Talk with her.

After a considerate amount of thought you pull her along with you as you walk. She doesn't really seem to mind missing out on her coffee with her wide smile, audible humming, and the slight skip she has in her step. Maybe she's just happy to see an old friend.

"So you're finally out of high school, huh? Plan on going to college?" you ask.

"Now, now, let's not stray too far off from the original topic."

"Huh?"

"Come'on you know... the girl. Who is it? Do I know her? Is it that Rebecca chick? She was cute."

"Oh right, actually, the reason I'm pulling you around with me is because I have something to ask you... as a girl."

Peach's eye flickered, "You, the man who was essentially a pimp back in school, wants me, someone who has never sucked, let alone have seen cock, to give you advice? How important is this girl to you?"

Your eyes went wide, "It's nothing like that!" you appear visibly embarrassed, "I was just dumped, don't know how to cope with the situation."

This time her eye's went wide, "You?!"

"Yes. Me."

Peach stopped dead in her tracks. You look back and can obviously tell she was trying to think of something. Pondering to herself an plan or course of action she'll take. After a minute something in her head switches on, "I've got an idea! Come with me."

Peach grabs your hand and starts pulling you along with her as she walks at a brisk pace.

"Where are we going?"

"To my place."

"Your place? Aren't you parents home? Won't it be awkward for you to bring home some random man?"

"Don't worry, they're away right now. I've got the whole house to myself." she turns her head around, giving a quirky smile.

You are dragged down alleyways, streets, and even a small bridge used for walking pedestrians before you reach Peach's house. It's a small place right on the outskirts of the city. Its two stories, the first floor mainly being for family use and the second floor is living space. Peach throws you down on her living room couch, demanding for you to stay here for a minute as she walks up the stairs to her room.

"Well. This was not how I was expecting my day to go." you mutter.