Late evening. The phone rings, you turn your attention to the display, seeing your girlfriend's name there, which made you smile weakly before picking up the phone, hearing her drunken voice asking to take her home.

She left for her friend's birthday party earlier in the day, so you were a little surprised that she spent so long there, but despite how much you missed Kim, you were glad that she was having a good time, so when you heard these words, you immediately took the keys to your car, throwing on your leather jacket. The cool material of the jacket feels familiar against your skin as you head down to the underground parking, where the fluorescent lights hum overhead.

About half an hour passed before you saw a small country house, with colorful lights shining inside and loud music thumping through the open windows. The bass vibrates in your chest as you park and get out of the car, the night air cool against your face. Inside, you spot Jennie almost immediately - she's leaning heavily on her friend, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy with intoxication. As soon as she sees you, she smiles brightly, taking a few awkward steps that make your heart clench with concern before you hug her tightly, the scent of her perfume mixed with alcohol filling your nostrils as you leave a light kiss on her cheek.

"I want to go home so bad..." Those words made you smile as you helped her walk out of the house at a slow pace, her arm slung around your shoulders for support. You open the passenger door and help her in, adjusting the seat for her comfort. Once you're behind the wheel, you start the car and listen to her drunken stories about the evening, her voice warm and animated despite her obvious intoxication.

Her head leans back in the seat, her chest rising and falling more rapidly as the alcohol makes her feel increasingly warm. When you reach the empty underground parking lot, you're about to open your door when her hand suddenly grabs your wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. She climbs clumsily onto your lap, hitting her head lightly on the low roof of the car with a soft yelp before her trembling hands settle on your shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"Wait, give me a few minutes please," she breathes, her face just inches from yours. "There's no one in the parking lot anyway..."