Wait for Greg

The thought of taking public transit in your current state is...not appealing. And after all you've done, a few favors aren't as repellant as they'd have been yesterday. So in the end, you tidy up your appearance as much as you can, take a seat in the changing room and wait, relieved to be off your shaking legs.

Thankfully, you're not waiting long. It's barely five minutes at most until your rest time is interrupted by someone barging in. You jump in surprise, feeling a bit of relief at the sight of 'Greg', though the fact that you only know him through the Eric of all people makes you wonder just how much you should really be trusting him.

Greg, for his part, seems more than happy to see you. A wide friendly smile on his face, he offers a hand to help you up from your seat, his eyes taking you in eagerly.

You take a moment to study him in return...he's plainer looking than Eric, with slightly shaggy hair, but he's noticeably taller, with the kind of build that'd get him pretty far in basketball. Though, judging by the fact that he's manning a desk at a clothing store, he's not a famous athlete.

"Eric mentioned you needed a ride?" The way he says 'ride' makes it clear he's aware the word has more than one meaning in the current content. "Leave it to me. I'll get you to wherever you need to go."

You somewhat reluctantly extend a hand - it'd be more than a little awkward not to - and he pulls you up with clear ease, guiding you to follow him with the kind of practiced ease that says he's done this before.

One hand casually wraps around your shoulder, as if to give you some support, though it also gives him an excuse to stick to you as you walk with him out of the store and into the mall.

The walk is short and uneventful, and before you know it, you're in the parking lot outside of a dinged up old car, Greg pulling open the passenger side door for you to climb in.