Ava
I smiled gratefully as Clara pulled up to my house. "Thank you so much for getting me home on time," I said, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
Clara smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure."
As she stepped out of the car, I felt a pang of guilt. I had relied on her driving skills all evening, and now she was leaving without much fuss. "How will you get home?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice.
"It's easy, I'll just take a cab," she replied nonchalantly.
Something about her response didn't sit well with me. I didn't want her to leave just yet. On impulse, I reached out and held her hand. "Why don't you come in with me? I'd like to offer you something – just a drink, maybe?" I asked, hoping she'd accept.
Clara's face lit up with a smile. "Alright, that wouldn't be so bad."
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