It was the stupidest thing Ines could have done. Not because she had no choice, but she had all the choices in the world, but she kept looking at your name and number on her phone, and the alcohol in her body just kept telling her to do the stupidest thing. Ines had fun times with you, and all she could think of now was getting those fun nights back.

All she needed was a ride home, yet here she was calling you to pick her up. Then, to her surprise, you did show up. So now, she sat on the passenger seat, looking outside. She can't tell if her headache was from the alcohol or from the fact she's just a feet away from you, but she figured it was both.

Finally, she speaks, looking at you as she rested her arm on the side. Despite the breakup, the scent and the way you drove and sat there was a comfortable memory...

"Thanks..."

She manages to croak out. The moment she did speak, she immediately covered her mouth.

"...for even picking up."