You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After the party, Joyce sent off her elders downstairs on Garden Street and parted with her new colleagues before everyone went home.

New beginnings, new colleagues, everything was great.
The night breeze was slightly cold, brushing her cheeks and ruffling her ink-color hair.
She reached up and smoothed her hair behind her ear.

When she looked up, Joyce glimpsed a white figure on the corner not far away, standing out in the darkness of the night. She narrowed her eyes. Wasn’t that Charlotte? Then a black military vehicle pulled up in front of Charlotte and picked her up.

Joyce looked down at her watch. Charlotte and Shelly had left first during the dinner. It was almost two hours ago. How came Charlotte was still on Garden Street?

She looked around and didn’t see anyone suspicious.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Joyce went straight to the direction of the subway. It was not too late, and she could catch the last train.

When she walked to the roadside and passed a black parked car, a sharp horn startled her.

The windows automatically fell down.

Joyce looked in and there was Luther.

was like a sculptor. He turned his

Joyce nodded, “Yes.”

he was actually sitting in the passenger seat. How strange that he

that he was waiting for her on the road she had to take? He was afraid that there would

Maybe she was overthinking it.

was clear and cold. Joyce couldn’t refuse, so she opened the main driver’s door. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled alcohol, very fragrant and mellow.

She glanced at him, “Why don’t you let Aaron drive you back?”

eyes flickered, “He’s got something

saying that, he stopped talking, as if he was tired, and closed his eyes to have

and

her first time to drive such a fancy car. Although she had gotten a driver’s license and usually drived her tutor’s car,

is the car key?” She asked.

drunk and uncomfortable. He didn’t want to open his eyes, but only

her hand, “Can I have it?”