Unpredictability of Love

Talent Number One - Flippin' Burgers

It was funny how the events played out after Ethan had, oh so generously, decided to be my driver. Funny and awkward.

I didn't have any trouble hopping down the stairs of the cafe, but there was trouble after we'd reached his car - it was too high for me to jump with only one leg.

Then the awkwardness began.

Ethan tried to help me up while sitting in the driver's seat by pulling me up with his arms, and it didn't work. I ended up hitting my knee on the edge of the car door and falling ungracefully on my butt.

Then he got out of the car and tried to lift me up into the car holding onto my shoulders (very reluctantly, I might add). When that strategy didn't work out, he put his arms round my waist and hoisted me into the seat - this was a moment when both of us became uncontrollably awkward - and he let go of me the instant I was on the seat, while I just let the whole thing happen with my mouth open.

And, obviously, awkwardness hung so thick in the air that even the bluntest knife could've made a clean cut through it while we drove to the closest mall. But since we didn't have a knife, I took it upon myself to cut through the cloud of discomfort using my brilliant subtlety skills.

"You're a really bad driver, you know that?"

He sighed. "And you don't own a car, remember?"

I grinned. "Doesn't change the fact that you're really bad at driving." I wasn't even joking, Ethan was the worst driver I had seen after Shirley, who successfully hit Horry while he was walking on a completely empty road - right after taking five driving lessons from me. When Horry found out that I was the criminal behind Shirley's driving skills, his hate for me only grew.

The car came to a sudden stop inches away from a bright red truck, jerking and throwing me forward. "That truck was visible from metres away, how did you not notice it!?" I demanded, shocked by the sudden stop which could've led to me losing my head because of the force.

He simply shrugged. "I thought it was going to move."

"You thought it was going to move! It was at a stoplight, how did you just assume it was going to move?"

Another careless shrug. "I thought it would."

I slapped my forehead with my hand. "You're going to get us killed! I know you are!"

"Oh shut up. I'm not that bad."

"You're going to get us killed! In my book, I'm pretty sure this comes under the word bad." I yelled.

"Stop complaining, will you? I'm already regretting this." He said, back to being rude Ethan.

Good. I always preferred rudeness over awkwardness. I probably should've kept my mouth shut after the revival of naturally rude Ethan, but I didn't.

"At least it's not weird anymore. I mean, who knew you were going to get all weird when you had to help me up?" I pointed out. Then immediately wished I didn't, because the best way to make an awkward situation more awkward is by acknowledging it, which was what I did.

And the discomfort only became worse.

"Thanks." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said it.

"Don't mention it."

"One day, your mouth is going to get you killed."

"Today doesn't seem to be that day, so I'll take my chances with my mouth."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Today could be the day if you keep this up."

"You just threatened to kill me on my birthday. How lovely. This is what a girl dreams of on her birthday. No wonder you're so famous with the ladies."