“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Rory asks as he escorts me out of the Starlight Lounge.
“I live on the complete opposite side of town to you, I can’t ask you to do that,” I argue, feeling guilty at the very thought.
“You didn’t ask, I’m offering. You shouldn’t be catching a bus all alone at this hour,” he says with concern.
“I’ll be fine; besides, I’ve got my trusty defence kit,” I say confidently as I hold up my keychain. It’s great! It’s got a whistle, an alarm, a torch, a seat belt cutter, a taser, a window breaker, and it’s cute and pink. Haven’t had to use it yet and I would like it to stay that way, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Rory chuckles, “Okay if you’re sure.” He reaches out and squeezes my arm, “Have a safe journey home, I’ll see you next week.”
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