She stalked outside into the chilly night air, and Byron called out for her to wait. He got delayed while untying Rupert’s leash, and Emily made quite good distance down the emptying street, but soon Byron caught up to her again, driving slowly behind her in a sleek BMW.
Rupert sat majestically in the passenger seat while Byron drove slowly with his windows rolled down. Other drivers were honking their horns at him to go faster, but he ignored them.
“Emily, I’m sorry,” he said, trying to catch her eye through the passenger window, “I won’t do it anymore. Just let me drive you home, and then I’ll go.”
“You’re making a scene,” she said, “just go away.”
“No,” he shouted, “It was your own best friend who told you never to walk alone at night, and you’re breaking the pact.”
Damn, why did
