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“Who was that guy?” Neil asked as he drove. “Did you know him?”
“His name’s Leon. I went on a date with him once. He turned out to be a major arsehole.”
Neil clenched his jaw. “Stay away from men like him.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
“Good.”
“I don’t usually spend my Saturday nights like this. It was my friend Nicole’s hen party. Somehow, we got separated?—”
“I don’t care how you spend your Saturday nights, as long as you turn up and do your work on Monday.”
“And as long as I stay away from men like Leon.”
“Exactly.”
We spent the rest of the drive in silence. Neil pulled over outside my building.
“Thank you so much,” I said.
I moved to grasp the car door handle, but there wasn’t one.
Neil noticed me struggle and leaned across to open the door. Our bodies were close. I could feel the heat emitting from him. My heart raced. I was so focused on his position, how close he was, that I didn’t see how he opened the door, but I felt the cold breeze from outside rush into the car.
“It’s not a handle, it’s a button,” he said, pulling back to his seat.
“I’ll know for next time.”
I cringed as soon as I said it. Why would there be a next time?
I got out of the car, but I landed on my feet funny and stumbled, feeling woozy.
Neil got out and came to my side. He put his hand on my side to steady me. “Are you okay? You’re not going to throw up, are you?”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry. I have a stomach of steel.”
“Let me walk you to your apartment. I want to make sure you get inside.”
“I’m not that incapacitated. I can make it to my apartment.”
Neil didn’t push the matter, but I could tell he was concerned and wanted to help me. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to let him walk me up. He wasn’t going to take advantage of me. If he were that kind of guy, he would have done so already with the ample opportunities he had at work. Also, I trusted him. “Okay. Walk me up.”
By the slackening of his stance, Neil seemed pleased and relieved.
We walked up to the building door. While I fumbled trying to find my access card in my bag, Neil pushed the door open. “It’s unlocked,” he said with a frown. “That’s poor security.”
“Yeah. There’s a problem with the door. If someone doesn’t close it properly, it doesn’t lock.”
“That needs to get fixed.”
“Plenty of residents have complained, but the body corp still hasn’t done anything about it.”
Neil glanced around as if measuring up the other security features of the building entrance. He looked displeased.
“Packages get stolen pretty often, and sometimes, homeless people get into the building at night,” I said.
“Christ,” Neil muttered.
