“Alright, come on,” he said, reaching out with his helmet in hand as though I should take it. “Come on, what?” “Come on, I’m driving you home. Unlike your boyfriend, I’m not leaving you here on a deserted street, at night, all alone. And I have more stuff to do tonight, so come on, get your ass moving.” “Really? You plan more than one mugging a night? Surprising. And maybe he knows I am a grown, capable woman,” I said, straightening my shoulders. Maybe Elliot had only thought I would know how to handle myself and expect me to run with him.
i don’t like that this is working
