Her head was in her hands when I walked into the breakroom. A pose I knew well because I'd been in a similar one the past week whenever I'd had the chance to sit down.
"You doing alright?" I asked as I went to unlock my locker.
"No." She whispered without looking up. "I need to get home, but I can't...I can't drive...and no one is picking up."
I grimaced in sympathy. Oh. That bad. I hadn't yet reached that point this week, but I'd known the feeling in the past. "Do you need me to give you a ride?"
She turned so that one eye could look at me. "Where do you live?"
"South side of town."
"Oh...I live the next city over."
I didn't see how that was a problem. "Well...that's like maybe one exit further down than the one I usually take right? Shouldn't be an issue."
She slowly lifted her head, eyes shining with sudden hope. "You sure?"
I nodded, pulling my bag out of my locker. "Yah, I'm off now. I can give you a ride."
-Inspiration from work conversation
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