Arriving at her place.

After a quick detour to a convenience store to get more cash and pick up some sports drinks, you drive to Amy's condo building, which is located in the trendy part of town. You wonder how much she makes at the Oriental Oasis Spa if she can afford a place in such an upscale neighborhood.

"Where can I park?" you ask.

"You can use my spot," she replies, putting to the entrance to the underground parking. "I don't drive so I don't have a car."

"How do you get to work?" you wonder as you pull over to the garage's proximity card reader and roll down your window.

"Uber," Amy giggles as she leans over you, with her cleavage intentionally brushing against your chest, to tap her fob to open the garage door. You drive forward and she points you in the direction of her parking stall. Parking between a Porche and a BMW, you feel a bit inadequate but you console yourself that a car thief would break into those two luxury cars before yours.

Amy escorts you, with her arm hooked around your elbow, to the elevator. "Thanks again for getting me the lemonade and croissant," she smiles after taking a sip of her drink.

"No problem," you smile back as the elevator doors open. You let her go in first.

"I have more snacks at home if you get hungry later..." she says as she presses the button to her floor.

"Thanks!" You awkwardly stare at the elevator number display, not knowing what kind of small talk to have with her.

"You seem nervous?" she wonders.

"I suck at small talk," you shrug.

"We can get to know each other better during breaks," she giggles. "We're not going to be fucking non-stop!"

"I can try!" you wink, lifting up the bag of Gatorade bottles.

Amy laughs just as the elevator lift stops at her floor. She takes you by the hand and leads you to the door of her condo.