"Coffee then home," I said, grabbing onto her thighs before standing up to start walking.
After a thirty minute walk, during which I'm pretty sure she dozed off, I finally set her down on a sofa in the cafeteria.
"Sorry I left," she whispered, taking my hand as I pulled away. "Scared. Wasn't thinking. Don't leave."
Then she dropped my hand and was dead to the world once more. I took this time to get us coffee. By the time I returned, she was seated at one of the tables, looking worse for wear.
"Hey," I said gently, setting both cups down on the table before me and taking a seat. "Want to tell me what happened when Frankie and I left the diner?"
