11, not to bad.

As the 11 comes up I look around for anything new, but see nothing. It's then that Ronnie pops his head back outside. "Hey kid. You better get going." I take a step back, lightly shocked by his less friendly demeanor.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I just... It's a long way back to my place and this box is already getting heavy, you know?" At that Ronnie rolls his eyes at me and motions his head inside.

"Well, you might as well come in. I'll call you a ride." I nod my head and make my way inside. "Just sit over there, I'll call you a cab."

"Uh, thank you, sir." He nods his head, as I take a seat, then disappears behind a door. I hear him as he addresses someone.

"Eh, just a kid needs a ride sweetie. I'll be done in a sec." I try to hear more, but it's gone silent. I sit for a minute more before I hear the door open up again. Expecting to see Ronnie, I'm instead met with a young woman. I feel my eyes bulge slightly as she comes into view, and have to fight to get my expression back under control. She makes her way to a bench across from me and takes a seat.

"Hello." She says while smiling pleasantly at me.

"Hi." I gulp and smile back. "Name's Mike."

"Sandy." She says. "When my dad said a kid needed a ride, I was picturing someone younger. How old are you?"

"Um... 24. You?"

"Oh, you got me beat. I'm 22." I nod in response. "You alright?"

"Oh, yeah. Just got a lot to take home so your dad's calling me a ride."

"Ah." Sandy grows silent as we continue waiting. Then she stands and smiles. "I'll be right back, I just need to step out for a second." I nod and she leaves me alone in the room. I dig the die out of my pocket and smile.

"Come on lady luck." I roll the dice.