«It's gotten late, so I think it's safer if you take the bus home. You know, it's almost nine, and at this hour there are people around who are much worse than during the day. As for me, don't worry. I'll wait with you at the stop until the bus arrives, then my mother will come pick me up. She's a bit nosy and she'd start bombarding me with embarrassing questions about you, thinking you're my girlfriend, inviting you to dinner and all that. Something I'd really rather avoid.»
That's the excuse I used to elegantly get rid of Kimberly after spending an entire afternoon together.
After running away from that bar, we took refuge on a bench in the middle of a playground, chatting while families played around us with their children. In the end, we had sushi for dinner.
