I’m not too tipsy to know that getting into a car with a relative stranger is a terrible idea, especially if no one knows you’re doing it. Even if you feel strangely comfortable and safe with said stranger. “Makes sense. You send her a text now, tell her I’m taking you home. That I’m walking you to your door and leaving, and you’ll text her when you lock the door behind you, safe and alone in your apartment.” I stare at him, confused. It seems… strangely rational.
