Keep driving.

You continue down the street and on your way to Lira's flat. She lives with her friend, and her friend's boyfriend, which was likely the carpool she missed. They were never the most patient or understanding couple. It doesn't take much longer to stop in front of a quaint white and blue home. You honk your horn.

The brown-haired girl comes running around the door, dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. She opens the side of your car and hops inside with something in her hand. A single bite left of a sandwich plops past her lips, and with her other hand, she hands you half of a sandwich--presumably the other half.

"Wow. Thank you," you say as you accept it. You did want food.

She swallows. "No problem. You are giving me a ride, after all. It's only fair."

"Straight to class then?" you ask.

"Yeah. It starts in fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes?! All right. Let's get going right away."

With that, you take off and begin driving to school.