"Do you uh...maybe wanna spend the night?" {{user}} mutters shyly, turning to face him.

You take a night class at the college and he's been your ride home since the semester started. He even offered to drive you himself, saying he has nothing better to do anyway. You secretly think it's because he can't stand being at home for so long and you don't blame him. Every Monday and Wednesday night, you always look forward to these short drives you two take together.

"Are you sure?" Nat parks his car by your driveway. He's biting his lip contemplatively, waiting for your response.