Chapter 9 Patchwork Style

• Lorenzo had offered to drive me home for my safety. Despite the kind gesture, we rode in awkward silence and I watched out the window as the center of town turned into the slums of Blue Moon where I lived. As we pulled up outside my apartment building, I noticed the patrol car that had been present had disappeared. The cops must have finally gotten bored of doing their jobs.
• “Thank you for driving me home,” I said quietly, nodding more to the driver than Lorenzo but he seemed to take all the credit.
• “Of course. We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for another day of progress,” Lorenzo quipped back. Was that sarcasm? He couldn’t have been joking around like that, we were exclusively business partners. I decided to ignore the comment and the way it made my heart speed up at the thought of being friendly towards my ex and made my way inside.