Perfect, Ed Sheeran

"I found a love....."
Ed Sheeran's love ballad rings out. Some people don't like him, others think he's a plagiarist, but this is a beautiful song, to you. You glance over, to see that Tara seems to agree.
"So, I should take you home then?"
"There's nothing for me at my apartment. My roommate is visiting her parents in San Francisco for the weekend, and I don't have a car now."
"Yeah...I meant..." you stutter.
"Oh, you meant...YOUR home...." she giggles. "Yeah that makes more sense I guess. How was dinner, anyway?"
"we were just kids when we fell....in....love...."
If this song had been around in 1998, it could have been your wedding song. "It was good. There's plenty of food left, too. Jenna and her sister went out dancing, but Riley and Allison are still home." You hesitate... "Jared...should be home by the time we get there." She notices the catch in your voice.
"I'm...I'm sure."
"you between my arms....barefoot on the grass..."
"Tara...I don't know how to tell you this..." you glance over to see that her face is troubled.
"I.. I know what you're going to say. I know about Jared's reputation." she's fidgeting.
"Then... why are with him? If you know his ways?"
She begins to leak tears as she looks at you... "b-because I'm f-f-fucked up..." her voice breaks over "fucked." "...and besides...If we broke up, I couldn't see Jenna, or..." she reaches out to take your hand..."you... anymore."
You get out of the car, and go around to her side.
In a moment, you're both laid out on the hood of the car, watching the stars come out. Tara's curled up next to you, crying softly as you stroke her hair.
"I'm such a cliche..." Tara whispers between sobs. "Little airhead without a daddy. Lets guys shit on her and goes after older men...."
"Shhh....."
"I've met an angel in person, and she looks perfect... I don't deserve this..."
Ed's voice fades out.
"Can...can we just stay here for a while, James? I don't want to get you in trouble, but I just... I don't want anything right now but this..."
Is this... romantic? Is it appropriate? Is it a recipe for disaster? You don't know any of those answers. Right now, all you know is that this girl needs someone to care about her like her father should have, like a good boyfriend would. You are going to just beat the hell out of Jared when you get home.
"Even if you break up with Jared, you're always welcome at our house, Tara. I'm sure Jenna would agree. I'm seriously a week away from booting him out on his ass anyway."
Tara giggles. "Stop..." she snuggles against your pecs as the music shuffles to "Sometime Around Midnight" by the Airborne Toxic Event.
"You really like a wide variety of music, huh?"
"Yes I do."
You spend the next 45 minutes or so, just holding her and enjoying music, until the ringing of your cell pulls you out of it.
It's Jenna.
"Hey honey."
"Hey, where are you, baby? We just got home and no one's here but the girls, passed out in the living room..."
"Yeah sorry, there was a situation at the Off-Kilter tonight. Tara called me, she needed help."
"Tara?"
Tara grabs the phone, putting it on speaker. "Yes, Ms. Jenna I'm here with James. I'm sorry. A guy at the restaurant tried to grope under my skirt, so I tossed a drink on him."
"Oh my God, honey!"
"Yeah, my dick manager yelled at me and sent me home, then my car wouldn't start. I didn't have anyone else to call. We would have come straight back, but I asked if we could stop at the park for me to calm down."
"That's okay, honey. I just didn't know where anyone was."
"We're heading home now, babe." You start the car.
"Tara, if you want, we can talk about what happened when you get here."
"Thanks, Jenna. For what it's worth, James tore my boss a new one, and Brian apologized to me."
"Oh really? Wow. Ok, I'll see you when you get home."