Dove
"You don't have to drop me off. I'm sure you have work. I'll just take the bus," I looked over to Bucky as he held open the passenger door to his truck. Lunch was absolutely delicious and since it was a French restaurant I was blown away.
I had never had authentic French anything. Unless we spoke of croissants and the frozen Crème Brûlée Zahi and I sometimes bought at the supermarket to feel fancy. Bucky knew how to order perfectly for me since I didn't understand a word of the menu.
He simply told me he learned French in high school. He was already an international man. More things to add to the list of reasons why I liked him so much. He just got better and better by the second.
"Dove, I'm taking you to class. I promise you I won't draw attention to you," he chuckled, "or what you don't want people to see me?"
I gasped, "my fear is people will see you and I'll have to fight my way out of a crowd. I just don't want to take you out of your way. I promise that's all."
