Derek called out to Hannah.
Hannah, thinking he had changed his mind, instinctively stepped back, her eyes wary, "What's up?"
Didn't he say she could go? Why was he stopping her now? If he had changed his mind, it was too late!
"You look beat. Let me drive you home." Derek said.
Because of Hannah's actions regarding his grandmother, Derek had warmed to her. She was clearly exhausted, hardly able to keep her eyes open and not fit to drive or hail a cab. He'd worry if something happened to her late at night.
"Alright, I'll take you up on that, Mr. Derek." Hannah said.
Naturally, Hannah would accept such a kindness and agreed instantly. She really wasn't in a state to take a cab. Although Derek had his flaws, he was no bad egg and she felt safe with him.
Derek led her downstairs to the parking. Hannah absentmindedly opened the rear car door. Derek leaned against the driver’s seat and said, "Miss Chester, are you mistaking me for your chauffeur?"
Only then did Hannah snap out of it.
She wasn't hailing a cab, Derek was driving her home.
She closed the rear door and went to the front passenger seat, "I didn't want any potential girlfriend of yours thinking I've stolen her seat!"
Derek paused, "I don't have a girlfriend."
Hannah was fastening her seatbelt, and her hand stopped mid-air. She was just trying to lighten the mood. It was awkward that he was kind enough to drive her home and she treated him like a chauffeur.
She didn't expect him to respond to that. She didn't give it much thought though. It was just offhand, and whether he had a girlfriend or not was none of her business.
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