Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter Nineteen

Andrew's POV

Rose showed up at 5:27 to Andrew's house.  She looked absolutely beautiful in her simple outfit.  Andrew was wearing his favorite sweater and shoes, and he slipped on his coat before joining Rose outside.

"So am I driving?" Andrew questioned.

Rose shook her head.  "As much as I love you driving, I'm going to have to tonight.  Hope that's okay."

Andrew smiled and opened Rose's door for her.  He closed it and ran around to the other.  He climbed in the front seat and smiled.  "So, where are we going?"

"Well, nothing too fancy.  I hope you don't mind," Rose asked unsure.  She started the car and backed out of Andrew's driveway.

"Oh perfect.  We don't need fancy, expensive places to have a good time," Andrew replied, relieved she kept it simple.

They drove for a moment before Andrew asked, "How's Aunt Bea?  Is she home and doing alright?"

He saw Rose's shoulders tense up a little and he waited for the answer.  "She's not doing so well.  They are going to keep her another night.  Hopefully tomorrow at noon she can come home."

"Oh, I'm sorry Rose.  Wait, don't you have work tomorrow?" Andrew questioned, remembering she worked mornings.

"That's the problem.  I'm supposed to be working but hopefully Eli will let me slide on this one," Rose said.

Andrew suddenly got a good idea.  "Well, I know I'm not you or family or anything, but I don't have classes or work tomorrow.  I could go and pick her up for you.  You'll be home at 3, right?"

Rose turned to Andrew and smiled.  "You'd really do that for me?  Because Aunt Bea adores you.  3 is when I get home, yes."

Andrew smiled and nodded.  "Yes, I would love to help.  So noon tomorrow?"

"Yeah, and just tell the receptionist you are my boyfriend.  She's seen you before and I'll make sure to tell her you are picking Bea up," Rose instructed.  "Thank you, Andrew.  You're amazing."

"I know, I know," Andrew responded playfully.  Before any more words could be spoken they pulled up to a burger joint.  Andrew smiled and was happy she chose his favorite place to eat.

They went in and ordered their food.  Rose pulled out her wallet and Andrew reached his hand out to stop her.  "I've got this."

Rose shook her head and handed the girl the money.  "No, it's your birthday and I asked you out.  Please just let me pay?"

Andrew gave in and sat down at a table.  Rose came over a minute later carrying their food and two empty cups.  Andrew grabbed the cups and asked, "What do you want?"

"I can get it."

"Come on, Rose.  You paid for me.  The least I could do is get you a drink," Andrew argued.  He wanted to be a gentleman despite the fact it was his birthday.

"Fine, I'll take lemonade, please," Rose smiled sweetly.  "Thank you, by the way."

Andrew filled up the drinks and returned.  They ate their meal discussing their days and Rose's notes she left.  They talked about Aunt Bea and the whole plan for Andrew picking her up.  When they had finished their last fries, Rose and Andrew walked back out to the car.

They didn't talk, and Andrew was excited to see where they were going next.  He couldn't help but feel excited when they pulled up to the ice skating rink.  Rose paid for their skates and the both of them laced them up.