The Art of Letting Go - ENGLOT

Chapter 18

Celestine's POV:

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Ensley's beloved convertible, my stomach full of delicious food from the lunch we just had. Ensley's on a phone call with a client so I sat and waited patiently, keeping myself busy with her car. I'm pretty sure she spends more time and money on it than herself.

"Isn't she a beauty?" Enlsey said, walking over and smiling proudly at her car.

"She's definitely something," I said with a chuckle. "But she's got nothing on you."

Ensley hopping in the driver seat and glanced at me, "Ready to head back home?" She asked, a mischievous grin on her face. I could tell she was itching to hit the gas, feeling the power of her old car beneath her.

"Sure thing," I said, buckling myself into the classic red leather seat.

We drove for a couple of minutes outside the city, feeling the breeze in our hair and laughing about something silly, when all of a sudden, the car just stopped. It died right in the middle of the road, with no other cars around to help us.

"No, no, no, no..." Enlsey muttered, trying to start the car once again.

"What happened?" I asked, as Ensley tried to turn the car on again and again.

"I don't know," she replied, "I thought I had this thing working perfectly."

I looked at the roadside, smirking. "Looks like your baby needs a break."

Enlsey gave me a playful glare, "Hey, don't talk about my baby like that."

"But she's old and tired," I argued, playfully sticking out my tongue.

"Say that again and I'll kick you outta here."

I laughed, "As if you could."

"This never happened to me before...I swear." She replied, eyes wide.

I couldn't help but smile at the panic in her voice, and the way she was frantically trying to figure out what was wrong. I couldn't help but tease her some more.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," I said, trying not to laugh.

Ensley shot me a glare and then broke out into a pout, her arms crossed tightly in front of her.

"You're not helping," she grumbled.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "Sorry, sorry," I said, "I'm just enjoying this little adventure."

She rolled her eyes at me, but I could see a small smile play at the corners of her lips.

We got out of the car and Ensley opened the hood, trying to look under it, while I leaned against the side of the car.

"Can I help with something?" I asked, trying to offer a hand.

"Just stay there and look pretty," Ensley replied, winking at me.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, watching her with amusement as she tried to fix the car. After a few minutes, she gave up and slammed the hood shut with a sigh.

"Well, I don't know what's wrong with it," she said, turning to me, "Guess we have to call for some help or something."

I reached for my phone to call an uber, but to my dismay, there was no signal.

"Great," I muttered, "Looks like we're stuck here with no signal."

Ensley's eyes widened with excitement. "Or we could walk!" she suggested, pointing down the road.

I looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" I exclaimed in disbelief, "Do you know how far it is?"

Ensley just grinned at me. "Come on, it'll be fun!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the side of the road.