What's next?

Home at last

"Nancy? We're here."

Nancy stirred from her daydream and peered up through the window. Sure enough, there was her first house, the lights almost inviting her in.

"T-thanks," Nancy muttered, still not making eye contact with Steve.

Slowly opening the door, Nancy peered out, checking that the coast was clear. Satisfied that no one is as about, the brunette placed one foot on the pavement. She gasped as her bare foot landed on the cold ground, but plucked up the courage to fully exit the vehicle.

Scrunching up her face, Nancy hurried down the driveway, wincing as she traversed over the sharp gravel and reached the safety of the door. She turned back to look at Steve, who unbeknownst to Nancy had been enjoying watching her cute butt jiggle as she ran, smiled weakly and waved, relieved when he finally drove away. She was sure there would be a very awkward conversation with him at some point, but that could wait.

Crouching down, Nancy searched for the spare key. She looked under the door mat and behind plant pots. Where was it?!

The sound of a car door slamming s few streets away made Nancy remember that she was outside in only a jacket. She needed to get inside!

Standing up, Nancy rang the doorbell, bracing herself for the mortifying conversation she was as about to have...