Crook In A Suit

Kayla's shift at Scrappe started in thirty minutes. It would only take her five minutes to drive from home to the shop, but as soon as she saw Tom outside on the porch with Eric, she put on her shoes, grabbed her bag and headed out.

She made sure to slam the door loudly so Tom would hear. And then descended the stairs slowly and practically went at a snail's pace down the driveway to the curb where her car was parked.

When she reached the car, she even made a show of dropping her keys, hoping to stall. She sighed dramatically and scooped down to pick them up. She straightened, shooting a glance back to the porch.

Tom didn't wave, however. He didn't even smile.

Kayla sighed and got in her car.

What was his deal? Had she gone too far with the cold shoulder?

She started up the car and pulled away from the house, checking the porch just once more.

And this time... she was almost certain she caught Tom watching her.