They were silent for most of the ride, but not in an awkward way. They listened to the radio and watched the city roll by. At night, you could forget that most of it was a dump. Some of it even looked pretty. Liza drove more slowly than usual. It had been a long day and her right hand was still enveloped in Bruce’s. When she stopped at the corner where she usually dropped off Bruce, he didn’t move. Liza looked around. Was there an axe murderer outside the car that she didn’t see? No, though there was a homeless guy across the street wearing a witch hat. He had wild eyes and was walking toward them slowly. Something about him reminded Liza of a 80s horror movie killer.
“Do you want me to drop you off somewhere else?”
“No.” More motionless silence. He was eyeing the homeless guy too.
“Ok…” Well, now it was awkward. “If you don’t get out soon, I’m going to take you home with me.”