Rosalyn bent to see who was inside the car. There were near to no lights on the street she was walking.
“Caleb.” She sounded shocked. How did he find her? She does not remember telling him about coming here. The last time she talked to him was the previous night when he dropped her off at her apartment. If she did not know about him, she would have thought he was a stalker.
“Hop in,” Caleb said his hands lying on the steering wheel. Rosalyn was surprised to see Caleb, but she didn't hesitate much and got into his car. Caleb is wearing a leather jacket. Rosalyn could not help and steal glances at him. The jacket did nothing to hide his ripped figure. She focused her attention back on his face.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked opening the passenger door of the car and getting inside.