Chapter 8

I remember Andrea not speaking with me for the rest of the night. I couldn't blame her; she had nothing to say to me, and I could tell by the way her distant look out the window spoke actions louder then words that she didn't want me to say anything to her either. It may have been a moment of silence for her, but for me, it was awkward.

As I drove the car through the streets, I opened the window half way down. It seemed to be getting kind of warm inside the vehicle. The streetlights were still lit, the fluorescent white and orange glowing over us. I could feel the cool breeze hitting my face, the tingling sensation cooling me down.

For the time being, I turned the radio on a little low. I switched the station over to one playing 80s music, something that I didn't often listen to, but nonetheless able to break silence with a beat. "Like disco?" I asked Andrea.

No response. I sighed heavily, tightening my grip on the wheel. "Look, Andrea, I'm sorry." I