He Is Still Learning The Ropes

"Regarding the other night, I was intoxicated, and I apologize for what transpired. Let's put it behind us and not take anything to heart. Can we agree to move on?" Darren requested for reassurance.

"I'm cool with leaving it at that. I get it, you weren't exactly yourself."

"Thanks," Darren said, stepping on the gas pedal.

The silence hung heavy, guilt suffusing Kiara's thoughts. She shifted uncomfortably, crossing her legs and staring out the window, pretending to be absorbed in the passing scenery.

After another hour on the road, they finally arrived—The City of Angels.

Darren quickly dropped off Kiara at her house before heading to his own.

Clutching his car keys as he came down to bid her, Darren hesitated before speaking, realizing he was about to say something he never thought he would. His view of Kiara began to change.

'She handled what happened so well, and didn't lose it like others might have,' he thought.