An Uber ride.

"Are you sure, son?" Edward asked. "You can always borrow one of my underwear."

"No thanks, dad," Ryan replied. "That's the entire point of us going back to grab some clothes if we're going to be staying with you for the week."

"We will be back soon, mom," Marlissa smiled after kissing her mother-in-law on the cheek.

"Take a taxi, dear, it's too late to take the subway," Catherine said.

"I already called for an Uber, mom," Ryan nodded as he took his wife's hand and led her out of the front door when his smartphone buzzed to indicate his carsharing ride had arrived.

On their way back to their loft Ryan noticed the driver kept looking back in the rearview mirror. Marlissa was to distracted looking at the city and its people to notice the stare.

"Yes, my wife is a model," Ryan stated proudly to the unasked question.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to stare," the driver stuttered.

"It is okay," Marlissa smiled. "Do you want a photograph with me?"

"A selfie? Sure!" the driver gushed.

"What is your name?" Marlissa asked.

"Bill!"

"It is nice to meet you, Bill," Marlissa smiled. "I am Samantha and this is my husband, Ryan."

"Hey..." Ryan muttered, hoping the driver was not the stalker type as they approached his building. He got out of the car first to open the door for his wife, beating the driver to the privilege.

"I hope you don't mind me posting this on all of my social media accounts," the driver asked as he angled his phone camera since the disguised demoness was taller than him even without her high heels on.

Marlissa did not understand what he was referring to and gave her husband a quick glance.

Ryan shrugged.

"Sure!"

"I'm with a supermodel!" Bill announced to his camera as he recorded himself with his hand around Marlissa's waist.

"Hi!" Marlissa waved with a heart melting smile.

"Thank you so much!" Bill exclaimed. "Do you mind if I take a photo of just you? You have a gorgeous body!"

Ryan wrapped his arm around his wife's waist to lead her to the building's front door. "Sorry, Bill, but we have to get going..."

"Come on, man!" Bill rushed up to block their path. "I know where you live!"

Ryan seethed that the driver dared to threaten them.