Chapter 45
Ella
Monday
It was so silly. I began to realize that the bus was not following the route I had planned on my printed city map, and after doubting myself for a few minutes, and paying close attention to street signs, I had to ask the driver to please enlighten me.
A smile remains visible on his lips.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re just… still the small-town girl,” he mocks me.
“For your information, I also went to the city from time to time back then, and I also caught buses. And!” I add that last and word louder, “I don’t live in a small town anymore. I moved to Verryn a long time ago when I went to college, remember?”
“Yeah,” he says, “but you can’t take the small-town out of the girl.”
He knows that’s true, I know it too, and I don’t mind at all.
But that’s it.
I don’t mind. I realize that I simply don’t mind.