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"I can go back on my own." Sylvia thought she could just hail a taxi outside and go home.
She was not a child anymore, and there was no need for Kendrix to send her back.
Furthermore, he had alcohol in his system; he would be driving under the influence, which was illegal.
That would be even worse. She might as well hail a taxi home, worry-free.
Plus, Sylvia thought she had grown up, so she had to consider Kendrix's safety as well as empathize with him.
She considered herself to be thoughtful, determined to be a girlfriend Kendrix needn't worry. She also thought she was at least sensible rather than immature.
To her surprise, Kendrix disagreed.
He said, "It's too late. It's not safe for you to take a taxi back."
Of course, Kendrix had his worries. This wasn't just any other day.
It was New Year's.