"Are you sure I can drop you off here?" I asked Ivy.
It was pitch black outside when I stopped to drop her off. The streetlights were flickering and making everything ominous.
"Yeah," Ivy replied. "I'll walk the remaining two blocks."
"But I can drop you off, no worries," I insisted, looking around where I had dropped her off.
A shadow appeared and disappeared a few feet away and I craned my neck to see what it was. Hopefully, it was just a cat.
"I need to cool off before I get home," she said. "Jack will notice that something is off. I am sure he will hunt Dave down if he finds out where I got these bruises."
"Oh, okay."
"Don't worry so much, I am used to walking these streets. I'll text you when I get home," Ivy said getting off. "I hope Dave did not ruin your mood since you're meeting that friend."
"Nah, I'll be okay. Make sure you text me. Okay, talk later," I replied and waved.
