Chapter Forty-Five
Erik yawned as he stepped into his apartment, a white box in hand. This living room remained as minimally furnished as when he had first moved in, except for the addition of a small table in front of his couch.
Erik moved over to the table and set the box down. He squeezed his eyes shut. It might take more than a beer to get him drunk, but that didn’t mean drink after drink couldn’t take a toll.
“Hey, Emma,” he murmured. “Thanks for driving me home.”
“It wasn’t a challenge.”
“Yeah, I know an autonomous system could have done it, but there’s something much smoother about your driving. Don’t get too used to it.”
“It’s the least I can do,” Emma replied. “But you’ve expressed that sentiment before, and you’ve been increasingly having me drive, including during some of
