Ash

I stop in front of her house. When Fiona realizes, her expression changes. It takes me a second to understand why she's so upset and then I remember her mom. 

"Fiona," I put my hand on her shoulder and she flinches. 

"Sorry,"

"No," I say and pull my hand away. "It's okay. It will be okay."

"It just," she pauses and exhales. "Sucks," her voice is so small that I can barely hear her. 

"You don't have to go back,"

"No," she says. "There's no use in running from my problems."

"I'll pick you up in an hour," 

"Okay," she opens the door.

I watch her as she walks to her door. Before she opens it, she turns around and waves at me. I wave back and drive off.

As I drive to our date location, I think of her. I think of her relationship with mom and how my relationship with my mom is. Maybe that's why we getting along so well because we both have a hole in our heart where our moms should be. Or maybe we just get along because we were meant to. Maybe after we met it was inevitable that we would fall in love.