On the way back, the Thomas Family didn't need Roger to give them a ride anymore. They squeezed into my Santana instead, with Emily Thomas sitting in the front passenger seat, glancing at my profile as I drove, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
He really has changed in these three years. The first time they met, he skillfully escaped his fans' blockade, thoughtfully had pizza delivered—just because he somehow saw through that she was hungry—and even ordered her favorite flavor, showing he hadn't forgotten her preferences.
