Shaking her head, Willa smiles and gestures to her purse. "No, I drove here..." She always drove herself - call it an excape plan, but she had a habit of running if things got too much for her.

"But next time, I won't." Because she'd enjoy the ride home with him. Holding hands and sitting quietly as they made their way back to her place. It was a nice idea.

Next time. "You can pick me up for the soiree and drive me all you like."


_{Rory Faust}

"I wouldn't expect any less." Willa smiles and grabs her things, before glancing at their dishes. "Oh, did you want help cleaning up, first?"

She looks up at him expectantly.


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Willa smiles and lets him lead the way, tipping her chin down when he opens the door for her. She slips her shoes back on and heads out into the hallway, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

"So, when is the soiree, again?" She asks as she walks down the corridor towards the car park.


_{Rory Faust}

"I'm sure it'll be something black; it's my favourite to wear to fancy functions like this..." Willa chuckles and stops outside her car, pulling her keys from her purse.

"Well, thank you for a lovely evening, Rory."


_{Rory Faust}

Willa's heart screams at her to stay, but her mind snuffs out its desire like the last light of a dying candle.

"I will, Rory." She shifts, kissing him back softly on the lips, before pulling away to smile at him. "Don't miss me too much." She winks at him as she opens the door to her car.

_{Rory Faust}