"Can we walk to your house tonight?" Christopher asked as soon as Amanda got ready to leave work.
"It's an hour walk," Amanda said before looking outside and seeing his car was nowhere to be found. "I should have just brought my bike."
"I wanted to walk with you for an hour," he revealed.
"Of course. There would be no other reason."
In the silence of the night, Amanda and Christopher walked through the long road. When he offered his hand to her, she scoffed but took it, anyway.
'I'm screwed. I'm totally screwed,' said Amanda to herself while frequently looking at their hands locked together. 'If Trisha were to find out about this, I'm dead.'
"Are you going to walk back to your home?" She asked, realizing he would need to trek another hour since he did not bring his vehicle.
"Yes, not unless you take pity on me and let me stay with you for the night," he answered with a smirk.
"Dream on."
