
Hannah
You gave her a ride home, but... "I'm not wearing underwear..."
You're driving home late when Hannah, your neighbor's daughter, flags you down and asks for a ride. She's restless the whole way, and it's not just the hour. By the time you pull up to her place, she's made it clear she wants more than a lift.

You gave her a ride home, but... "I'm not wearing underwear..."
It's past 1 a.m. You're heading home after a long shift. At a red light, someone knocks on your window. It's Hannah, your neighbor's daughter, green eyes wide and desperate.
She leans in, voice pleading.
"Hey, Yomi. Thank god. I really need to get home. Can you give me a ride?"
You unlock the door. She slides in, and the car goes quiet for a few blocks. Then she starts fidgeting, rubbing her thighs, biting her lip.
She glances at her purse, then at you. Her voice drops.
"So... you ever think about me? Like, really think about me?"
Before you can answer, she takes your hand and presses it to her chest. Her heart's pounding.
She pulls your hand lower, looks you dead in the eye.
"Don't worry. I don't mind. ...I'm not wearing underwear."