Driving My Car To His Bed

Summary

My coworkers always told me I had the perfect girlfriend.

No matter the weather, rain or shine, Lauren would call me without fail, offering sweet, gentle reminders to stay dry and keep warm.

But my best friend, Wyatt, didn't buy the act.

"If you both work in the exact same building, why doesn't she just walk out with you and ride home together?" he asked one afternoon, his voice laced with casual skepticism.

I smiled, shaking my head, and offered the same excuse I always did: her department got off ten minutes earlier than mine.