She stopped the car before saying with a big smile: “voila, monsieur! Next time, I’ll charge you for my driving services.” He looked at her bright face before teasing: “You will always be at my service whenever I need you. Why do you think I have you as my friend?” She gently hit him on the shoulder before saying laughingly: “I’ll kill you for this.” He laughed out loud trying to protect his shoulder from her small fist: “Kidding… kidding. Come on, it is ridiculous going to that concert in two cars when we live just a few miles away from each others. I promise next time I’ll pick you up”. “Deal then” she said with the same cheerful smile but with some throbbing vein beside her right eye. Her tone was a bit different. He knew her quiet well for years that he could instantly notice the slightest change in her tone… smile… or even wandering stare. She has not been herself the last few months. He tried to know what was wrong but she would just evade the question. He dismissed the idea and just dismounted after wishing her a good night.
Before opening the gate to his small garden surrounding his house, he heard her car door close. He turned around to find her approaching. He looked at her before asking with concern: “Is everything okay?” She pushed her hair away from her round face before saying with a shaking voice: “Oh, yes… yes… it is just … there is something I need to tell you. It has been going on for some time and I did not know what to do with it. It is probably silly and I shouldn’t spill it out like this… but you know your stupid friend.” She laughed nervously before sighing and looking up to his face. “I love you.” His eyebrows rose and he opened his mouth but no sound came out. “Listen, you do not need to… I mean… you do not have to say… what I want to say is… Do not say a word! I know that this might blow up the wonderful friendship we have… but I just had to tell you… how I feel.” She did not wait for him to utter a word, instead she just returned to her car, turned around to look at him for a few moments before waving: “Bye!”
He picked up the phone almost two hours later replying with a sleepy voice: “Hello!” He heard a crying female voice but could not distinguish a single word among all those mixed tears. “I am sorry, I cannot hear a word. Who is this?” He could hear his friend’s sister saying among her tears: “It’s me! There has been an accident down the road…”
Special thanks to Ahmad Badawy for suggesting changes in the ending.