Arielle Tiffany turned back and went silent. “It’s me,” I tapped my chest. “Arielle”. “Oh”. She uttered flatly. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Tiffany, I swear I’m ready to tell you anything you want to know. I’m never hiding anything from–“ “Let’s not talk about that here.” She cut in quietly. Before I could respond, Darius drove his car forward slowly. His eyes flickered to Tiffany, then back at me. “Please,” I pleaded silently, then spoke. “Could you take her along? Could you drop us some off together?” “Sure. Come on in.” He replied. I opened the back seat, and Tiffany and I sat together. Darius glanced back at me through the mirror, his eyes questioning, but I didn’t understand what he was asking. He parked right in front of our house. We stepped down, and he followed us to the door. As Tiffany unlocked it, Darius reached back and held my hand. She turned and caught him. “Sorry,” he chuckled dryly, still not letting go
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