"Where do you live?" he asks her after they eat. She tells him the address.
The drive to her house is silent. He parks in the front.
"Did you have fun?" he asks, staring at her.
"I suppose..." she answers quietly.
He smiles and bites his bottom lip.
"Good. So did I," he rubs the nape of his neck, "Let me walk you in."
"I'm fine. Thank you though," she replies, unbuckling her seat belt and climbing out her door, "See you tomorrow at school."
"Yeah."
