Dating Andrew

Anne

I awoke to the soft sound of my name. As I opened my eyes, I saw two hands coming towards me. I wasn’t afraid for I knew instantly who it was.

He had called around 5 pm and arrived twenty minutes later. It meant he rode his bike and he was at a high speed.

“How did you get here so fast?” I asked, sitting up with the help of his arms.

“I rode on my bike,” he answered like a schoolboy caught stealing candy. He knew it’ll make me mad.

“But Drew, you’re still healing. How could you have ridden the bike here?”

He took his arms from me and sat down on the bed, staring down at his laps.

“And you got here pretty fast. That means you were on high speed, Andrew!” I yelled, drawling his name. I was peeved by his thoughtless actions. I know he cared about me and all that but it was high time he started considering how his actions affected the people around him. God forbid, but if he had hurt himself riding to meet me, how did he think it’ll make me feel. I’d be devastated and would nev