She pouted. "What do you want with my keys?"

"I'll take you home."

I can clearly see her eyes staring at me suspiciously. Oh my gosh! "You can't drive, what if something happens later," I said as an excuse. But it's true, though. If I leave her to drive, I don't know what might happen. It could be really dangerous, right? Oh... I hope not!

"No need. I can manage on my own. I'm not drunk," she replied.

I just kept silent while following her unstable steps. Just in case she collapses or trips, and then gets a bump on her forehead. It wouldn't look good when she returns to...