Once the car pulled up at the end of Felicity’s driveway, the two slid out of the Uber. They sloppily expressed their thanks to the driver and watched them drive away. After that, they made their way up the long path to Felicity’s front door. The usually straight, well-kept path appeared even longer and more uneven under Felicity's heels. She questioned her decision to keep them on, as well as her decision to wear them in the first place. Now that the alcohol had worn off, her feet had really started to hurt, and it was like walking on literal pins. How had she lasted in them for the entire evening? Clearly, she had been distracted by certain things during the night, but she didn’t want to dwell too much on that particular thought.
Jared chortled at her attempt to stay upright and kept a
