Malory lit his cigarette rolling the window down.
“Want one?” he asked throwing it to Bakarna.
She looked at it on her lap and remembered that night when her mother cried about her own well being. She told Bakarna to never be like her, live a better life than hers. Bakarna set the pack on the center council.
“No thanks,” she said “ I’m good”.
Malory looked at her for a second then back at the road.
“So”, Bakarna said awkwardly “where are we going?”
Malory took his phone from his pocket and showed her a message.
“Bon said George is letting us take his cabin for the night, so were having a open campfire” he said breaking off.
“Unless you’d like to go to my house instead?” he taped his finger on the steering wheel.
“No,” Bakarna said “ I want to go to the cabin”.
Malory looked at her with a sad, but mad look.
“Look Malory” she said, he looked at her.
His expression shook her, he had care, and love in his eyes. Bakarna tried to shake it away but instead she reached across the council and grabbed his hand. It was warm in hers, and he had rough skin. Bakarna sat back in her seat slumping. This guy she said in her head. Guys were always to confusing to her, but he made her feel like a blind bat. They pulled up into George's dirt driveway. She saw the light from the flames already. Malory stopped the car and looked at her in silence. Bakarna felt butterflies in her stomach and she instantly looked away.
“I can’t” she said breathing into the glass.
Barkana heard him unbuckle opening the door, he slammed it as he left her.