Breakaway

I tapped my feet impatiently. She had chosen to take the long way home.

We pulled into the driveway.

"Ok, I gotta go," I said, immediately after I got out of the car. No standing around. No chatting. "Goodnight."

"Ok, goodnight," she said.

"It was nice meeting you," said the other girl, who I'd just met that evening, as I ran down the driveway and across the road.

"You too!" I hollered back as I jumped into the car, fired it up, and sped away.

11:25 PM.

A 20-mile drive.

And a mulligan hanging in the balance if I didn't post by 11:59.