To have a passion

See you pumpkin

After hours of laying in a hospital bed waiting for the nurses to tell me everything was okay and I could go home, I left the hospital.
Me and apparently my only caring companion at the moment, walked through the parking lot in search of Lance's car, which was parked practically 100 miles away from the entrance.

"Sorry we have to walk so far. There was absolutely no parking when we got here." He said, obviously sensing my exhaustion.

"No problem." I replied, simply relieved that he had actually stayed with me in the hospital for however many hours.

We finally reached his car.

If this were a soggy story, which I sort of wish it were at this point. I would happily tell you that Lance was a lovely gentleman and walked around to the passenger door just to open it, allowing me to get in. Honestly considering I had just gotten out of the hospital for something that was practically his fault I was sort of expecting something like that. But nope. Lance approached his car, glanced over at me standing outside and opened his door... It sort of looked like he hesitated. Like he was about to say or do something before that disapointing action, but he didn't.

I flopped myself into the car and buckled up.

"So...Where to?" Lance asked, staring out the windshield.

"uhh...My house I guess."

"Where is that?"

"10236 Charing Cross Rd."

He began backing out of the parking lot and off we went.

Things got awkward pretty fast considering neither of us had said a word to each other and we had been driving in silence for like 10 minutes. I really wanted to talk to him, break the ice. The only problem was I had no clue what to say.. Can't he just turn the radio on or something... I start thinking of what to say to him when my thoughts are interrupted.

Lance must be a mind reader because right then he turned the radio on to some station I didn't recognize and some old one hit wonder was blurting out lyrics.
Then, he attempted a start at conversation after dramatically clearing his throat.

"So... -"

"I'm sorry I completely ruined your weekend." I blurted.

He didn't respond right away. Wow, Katrina. You really know how to do this whole conversation thing....

"If anyone ruined anyones weekend it was me who ruined yours..." He said, traces of guilt all over his face.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"We were all having fun until I made you take that wave."

Despite the fact that this was somewhat true, I didn't want him to feel too bad. I would let him off easy, this time.

"True, it was your idea but you didn't make me do anything. I chose to take the wave even though you warned me not to. It was my fault. I mean sure you did play a role in my near death experience but it wasn't all you..." I smiled.

He laughed. "Guess I owe you dinner huh?"

"Of corse. Speaking of which, where are you taking me?"

"Well.....That's a surprise."

"So..You don't know yet?"

He looked at me and pretended to be offended. "Miss Katrina. I don't appreciate the speculation. As a matter of fact I have a great place in mind. I'm just not telling you yet."

"Oh Ok. Is this where you take all of your surfing victims?" I asked jokingly.

"No your special." He winked.