Scared

Melody trudged forward slowly, limping slightly as she made her way toward her car. Every step sent a dull ache shooting up her leg, and the thought of driving made her wince. Thankfully, her house wasn't far. If she took it slow, she should still be able to manage.

Just as she was about to take another cautious step, something unexpected happened. A small hand slipped quietly into hers. Startled, Melody glanced down and blinked in surprise.

Adir.

He was holding her hand gently, trying to offer support.

"Adir? I thought you left," she said, confused.

Adir shook his head firmly. "Miss Melody, you were hurt. I had to make sure you went home safely. We will take you."

Melody followed the direction of his gaze and saw Adam leaning against his car, arms crossed loosely over his chest looking like a model from GQ.

He'd waited for her.