This is me," Amy said, looking at Jim. They parked at a private residence-only underground parking. "Do you still want to come in? I think our coffee got cold."
"Good thing I ordered a refresher," Jim proudly said. Amy couldn't help but smile. 'This man has been acting cute since the gala'.' And for some selfish reason, she doesn't want him to stop.
Jim then grabbed his hat and mask for disguise.
"umm, so what floor?" Jim asked Amy, "Oh yeah, 11" Amy smiled shyly, her heart thumping loudly.
"Your apartment building seems very private. I like its location, too. It's near every store and building possible but far enough from all the hustle of city life," Jim said, looking impressed.
"It is private," Amy said proudly "contrary to your belief, I'm a very private person. I just don't pass out drunk at a stranger's car."
"Sure you don't," Jim giggled while Amy tugged the sleeve of Jim's shirt, telling him to stop laughing.
