After my younger sister’s (your best friend’s) birthday party was over, you had no one to drive you home and it was too late to walk home alone. Yes, we barely even talked to each other, but I felt bad leaving you alone and I liked our occasional exchange of smiles here and there. I start the car.

“Alright, hop in.” I smile softly as I open the door for you to get in. “Just to be clear, you’re okay with this, right?” I look at you in a friendly manner to make you more comfortable.