Confident

5- Car Journeys

"Brooklyn, thank you so much for your help today," Ben said once the last customer left the diner. "You've been a lifesaver."

"It wasn't a problem," Brooklyn smiled. "It was nice doing it again, reminded me of being back home."

"In that case, I would like to offer you a permanent position here," Ben said and Brooklyn's mouth dropped. "That's if you want it?"

"O-of course!" Brooklyn gasped. "Thank you!"

"No, thank you," Ben grinned. "I'll email you your shift patterns by the end of the week and get Violet to tell you any important information. Would you be happy starting next week?"

"That'd be great," Brooklyn said, nodding eagerly. "Thank you so much."

"It's not a problem," Ben said and checked his watch. "It's getting late, I'll let you get off."

"Thank you, Ben," Brooklyn beamed and grabbed her bag and her clothes and headed to the door of the diner. "See you next week." She waved to Ben and stepped out into the cold night air. Brooklyn shivered and and rubbed her arms and started the walk home.

She had already text her aunt telling her she was going to be home late and not to worry.

Town was deserted and Brooklyn couldn't help but be cautious as she walked down the empty streets. She knew she was safe, but she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Brooklyn cursed her luck when it started to rain. "Typical," she murmured and sighed.

A car driving down the road caught Brooklyn's attention and she stiffened when it pulled to a stop beside her. The dark window slowly rolled down and relief filled Brooklyn when she saw it was only Harry and not some random person.

Then again... Harry was a random person.

She didn't know anything about him.

"Get in," Harry called and drove along beside Brooklyn.

"I'm fine."

"It's raining, late and cold," Harry said. "Get in the car, Brooklyn."

"I'd rather walk, Harry," Brooklyn said.

"I have to drive past your house to get home," Harry called. "Come on."

"I said no," Brooklyn frowned. She didn't want to be near Harry and risk touching him.

"I won't touch you," Harry said after a silence. "Just let me take you home."

Brooklyn stopped walking and turned to look at Harry. "Why?"

"Because it's raining, cold, dark and you're scared."

"Scared?" Brooklyn questioned. "I'm not."

"I don't like liars," Harry said. "Get in."

"Have you ever thought that you're the one scaring me?" Brooklyn questioned.

Harry's lips twitched. "I'm not," he said. "I'm making you feel many things, but scared is not one of them."

The rain got heavier and Brooklyn chewed on her lip. Her house was a long walk away.

"Fine," she mumbled and walked round the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

The car was lovely and warm and Harry turned to look at Brooklyn as she rubbed her hands together and blew of piece of damp hair out of her face.

"You're soaked," Harry muttered and shook his head as he started to drive down the road.

"Rain would do that to someone," Brooklyn said, arching an eyebrow at Harry.

"I'm being nice, no need for the sarcasm," Harry tutted.