"How about burritos? You can order yours without a tortilla." I risk a glance up at him before sliding into his classic Camaro, of which I know he's told me the year a thousand times, but I never remember because cars aren't my thing. As soon as my eyes meet his, he averts his gaze and closes the door. Without words he realized his mistake. Once he's in the car, the apologies immediately start flying out of his mouth. "Aria, I'm sorry. Seriously, babe, I'm just worried about you. It's hard being the only one who knows how bad things are. I just want to help. Please don't overthink my comment."
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