I met her in early January at a nightclub in Miami. We were drinking, dancing, and making merry. She was wholesomely cute, in a midwestern sort of way. She played softball at a college in Michigan, and had come to Florida to visit her grandparents before returning to school. I was home for the holidays, and was mainly looking to blow off some steam.
About 1:00am, she told me that she was leaving because her brother wanted to get back to their grandparents’ home. “I mean, unless you want to give me a ride.”
“Sure,” I said.
Another hour passes, and she tells me that she is ready to go home. We decamp, go to my car, and start driving. I ask her for the address, and she gives me the street number.
“What’s the address again?”
She repeats it.
Fuck! That’s right down the street from my house.
“Do you know how to get there?”
“I think so,” I said.
30 minutes later, we arrived and I walked her to the door.
“Do you want to come in? I’m pretty sure everyone is asleep, and I have my own room.”