Take her home with you.

You decide you're not done with this baddie yet, far from it. "Actually," you say, "I think I'll take you back to my place and fuck you for a while. Maybe 'til tomorrow. Might knock you up, too, I'm not sure yet."

Safiya quirks an eyebrow, but her smile quickly returns, and she nods in agreement. "Oh, okay. Lemme just tell my friends I won't be able to make it." As the train doors close on her stop, she reaches behind her and seemingly pulls her phone from the waistband of her shorts. You watch her punch in a number and raise it to her ear; it's strange to see someone actually using their phone as a phone in this day and age, but to each their own. Faintly, you hear another woman's voice on the other end. "Hey, yeah, it's me," Safiya says. "Listen, I'm not gonna make it after all, okay? Don't wait for me." Confused chatter on the other end. "Yeah, I am," says Saf, "but this guy's taking me to his place to fuck me. Says he might go all night."

You can't make out the response, but it sounds mollified. Safiya nods. "Yeah, 's'all good. He seems chill, I think it'll be fun. Oh, he might knock me up, though. He was kinda talking about it, but I'm not sure if he really wants to." The response sounds agitated again. "Eh, it's cool," Saf says with a shrug, clearly unconcerned. "I'll figure it out. ...Yeah, aight. Bye."

Hanging up, she stows her phone behind her back again and returns her focus to you. "Aight, all good. When's your stop?"

"Next after this one," you reply. Gives you a couple more minutes.