As I exited the office building, the crisp evening air greeted me, carrying the scent of rain and distant traffic. Parked neatly by the curb was Timothy, leaning against his car, his silhouette outlined against the fading daylight. He looked up as I approached, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Hey," Timothy greeted, pushing himself off the car. "Fancy seeing you here."
I returned the smile, feeling a faint flush creep onto my cheeks. "What are you doing here?"
Timothy shrugged casually. "Thought I'd swing by and offer you a ride home. If that's okay with you, of course."
I hesitated for a moment, grateful but also feeling a pang of guilt. "You don't have to do that, Timothy. You have your own stuff to take care of."
He shook his head, his expression earnest. "Nonsense. I’ve got time.
