Amy is overwhelmed

The string of texts were just from Amy. you see dots indicating she's still typing. Without reading the texts, you look around for where she might be sitting and sending these from, but she is nowhere in site.

Looking back down you finally read the texts.

Amy: I'm sorry this is just alot, Joe. Amy: or should I call you Josie?

Amy: it's a lot to take in I'm getting an Uber home Amy: maybe I can talk later but I just didn't know

Amy: Uber is here. Can we talk later? Amy: I'm sorry to have left like that. Just with Jenny and Mike, and then to find out that was you. And to see how much you like it.... It just seemed like another betrayal at the moment.

Amy: I'm sorry, it was really rash of me, but to know you trusted Jenny before me, it was a lot. Amy: I'm home now. If you're willing to talk, I'm open to listen. But if I pissed you off, I understand. I just hope you can forgive me for freaking out.

"Oh my God! She's home!" you blurt out.

"Oh, she's safe then?" Tory says surprising you as you leap up and twist around in your tiny skirt. Your shocked face sees a relived looking Tory behind you with his friends behind him all with wide grins.
"Uh, ya, I'm going to go check on her," you say flashing the Uber app loading on your phone.

"Oh, don't pay for that, we can give you a lift," Monica volunteers. "Babe, go get your car," she says and Morty is off like a shot.

"No, it's fine I can get this," you say filling out Amy's address to get a ride. "What the fuck!" you shout crassly in your cute voice.

"Something wrong?" Tory asks with genuine concern.

You look up and realize they're all huddling around you with concern, save Morty who is presumptively getting his car. "Uh, it just says the closet one is 40min away and going to be like double rate."

"Don't worry about that, we got you," says Richard reassuringly.

"It's okay. I can wait. Thanks though," you explain dismissively trying to distance yourself.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Monica chides. "That spot isn't far at all and there is Morty now. We can have you there before they can even get you a driver."

You look at her and then at Tory who shrugs nervously with a silent nod as you look down the street and see a lumbering Tahoe rolling up to you. You rationalize it's no different than an Uber car pool and hastily agree.

As the SUV approaches you step forward but Tory pulls you back just in time as it rumbles past you. A jaguar coupe pulls up and stops in front of you with the windows rolled down and a familiar face leans over and shouts out, "Morty's Metro; where to, doll?"

"Shotgun!" Monica shouts as she jumps in the front seat.

Richard walks Rachel to the far side of the car and drops in the rear bucket seat before Rachel slides into his lap and closes the door.

Tory can see the nervous look on your face, "it's OK. They mean well. We don't have to ride with them."

"We?" you say softly. "Uh, no that's fine. You go on with your friends; I can wait."

"Oh," Tory says dejectedly. "I get it," he says turning to the car door and opening it. "It was good to meet you, Josie. Thank you."

Seeing the puppy dog look on his face you smile empathetically and turn around before you feel worse.