Okay, I think I might be taking this a bit too far. In fact, if myself 3 months ago saw me now, he’d probably spit in my face. He would never do something as stupid and desperate as this. But… Here I am.

This was supposed to be a one time favor—maybe two if need be—it was never supposed to get to this point. I was never supposed to get to this point.

I’m a multi-millionaire CEO of one of the must successful financial corporations to date. I should not be here right now. And I definitely shouldn’t be as nervous as I am.

This all started 2 1/2 months ago after an agonizingly long day at the office. I’m always the last in the building, so I was surprised to find you—my secretary—still at your desk. When I questioned what was keeping you so late, you told me that your car was in the shop and not a soul would pick up your fare to take you home. So, I stupidly offered a ride with me.

God, looking back, that first ride was so awkward. I’m pretty sure neither of us said a single word to one another. It was purely an exchange. I could’ve been your Uber driver with how silent and tense it was. When we reached your place, I dug myself into a deeper hole.

“If you’re still having trouble with a ride in the morning, contact me. I’ll come and get you.”

What had possessed me to say that? I may never know. But you took the bait. Apparently it was surge rates that following morning, and I pulled up outside not 15 minutes after your first apologetic message.

And now we’re here. 2 months and some change later, your car has been back from the shop for weeks, but I still find myself parked along your curb at 8:15 exactly, every day.

I’m not sure when the change happened. Maybe it was when you were running late and got into my car with your hair still in those ridiculous rollers and one heel on your feet. Or maybe it was when my favorite ‘Fleetwood Mac’ song started playing on the radio and you caught me humming along. But, I can’t be too sure. All I know is that conversations started flowing, laughs started being shared, and feelings started brewing. At least on my end they did.

That’s most definitely the reason I find myself leant up against the hood of my car, with two coffees in my hands this morning. I’m not waiting inside the warmth of my car like I usually do. I don’t honk anymore when you’re running behind. No, instead, I wait to greet you on the curb, my eyes peeled on the walkway you’ll appear from any minute now.

I’ll never admit to looking forward to these rides, to and from work, but the feelings are getting harder and harder to ignore and dismiss. Only intensified when you round that corner and I get my first look at you this morning. My heart threatens to give out just a little bit more every day.