Luke’s POV
Slightly drunk, I found my way back home at one o’clock in the morning, but with the help of a designated driver for hire. “We’re here, man,” he said and I opened my eyes.
“Oh, that’s true.” I said, sniffing as if I was crying even though I wasn’t. “Thank you.” I said, opening my wallet and taking out a couple of twenties because I was grateful for the smooth ride.
I had been half scared that he might hit someone in my car, with the way he had first started out, but it was better when he started his trip here.
“This your house, man?” he asked with his mouth dropped open and I nodded.
“Yes.” I said, squinting my eyes to wait for him to talk. I was hoping that he wouldn’t recognize me, but maybe he had, and was about to comment on it, but then again, he just shook his head
