I'm ready to give a look to the driver if he complains at all. He thankfully doesn't, which is good, because I certainly don't think either of us want any trouble. I don't even think about getting in on the other side of the car once she's safely in.

"You'll need help to your apartment," I explain, in case she's wondering what I'm doing. If it was slow going getting to the cab, it was going to be slow going going anywhere right now. I might end up being a little late, but it's worth it. Helen's always been friendly to me, and I'm not about to let that slide.