Laz eventually made it back to his place and switched off the ignition. After popping down the kickstand, he got off and then helped Kennedy down. He wasn't really sure what to feel as things seemed a bit too surreal. He would be lying to say that he didn't have some expectations over Kennedy wanting to stay, but he still felt like there was something wrong with it. This didn't seem like her normal self.
It was already past 11 and the entire place was quiet, not that many people stayed there in the first place.
Kennedy just looked around but didn't say anything. Her bag was slung over her shoulder while she held her jacket closed to ward off the cold night. As Laz grabbed his stuff out of the bags, he carelessly glanced her way and froze.
