Nancy broke free and clumsily fell on her suitcase.
She sat on the ground in pain as Zack stepped forward. Zack picked up her suitcase with one hand and extended his right hand to Nancy, and smiled.
Nancy was hypnotized by his dreamy eyes. She felt that her face was burning up. She didn’t reach out to hold Zack’s hand but sprang to her feet. She lowered her head and didn’t want Zack to see her embarrassment.
“Thanks.” She whispered and wanted to take back her suitcase but the hand holding onto her suitcase wouldn’t let go.
“This is my suitcase,” Nancy said without thinking.
“I know, your name is on the suitcase,” Zack responded, but still did not release his grip.
Nancy looked at the name written with a marker and wanted to dig a hole to hide in it.
“So, why are you still holding onto my suitcase?” Nancy demanded.
Zack carried her suitcase in the direction he had arrived. Nancy was at a loss and followed him.
“My suitcase is worthless, it’s no good for you.”
Zack ignored her and continued walking forward. Nancy was more anxious now. There is only one last bus at this hour. If she misses the bus, she will have to spend 30 dollars on cab fare. So she must not miss this bus!
She grabbed the suitcase in Zack’s hand and begged, “Zack, Zack, my bus is arriving soon. Please return the suitcase to me!”
Zack finally stopped, looking at Nancy flushed with anxiety, she looked even more lovely. He raised his eyebrows and said, “The bus you are waiting for had been diverted and will not come this way. I’ll send you home, are you okay with it?”
“Diverted? Why didn’t I know?” Nancy asked, looking into Zack’s bright eyes. Zack gently put down the suitcase, Nancy’s heart sank, did she say something wrong?
Zack looked at her worried eyes, “Wait for me here.”
Zack said assuringly and ran, not giving Nancy the chance to refuse.
Nancy held onto the suitcase, not knowing whether to wait or walk away. She froze in place.
Zack soon arrived in a retro sidecar.
The hunk always took an unusual path, this was far more manly than driving a BMW! After Zack stopped, he got up and secured her suitcase to the sidecar. He gently placed the helmet on her head and buckled it.
“Do you know where I live?” Nancy asked as she mounted the motorbike.
Zack smiled and without a word, stepped on the accelerator, and off they went.
They rode directly towards Nancy’s family supermarket.
“Zack, how do you know where I live?” She yelled over the rumble of the motorbike and rushing wind.
“It’s written on your resume!” Zack yelled in return.
Soon, the bike stopped directly in front of a supermarket called “Xavier’s Fresh Vegetables and Fruits Supermarket”.
Nancy struggled to pull her head out of the helmet. Nancy’s short and soft hair was in a mess as Zack gently helped tidy her hair. Nancy was stunned at Zack’s gesture. At this moment, a loud voice hollered from the supermarket, “Honey, have you brought your boyfriend home?”