Uneventful.

"Have you driven in one before?" Piers asked Talia.

"A truck, yes," she replied while she climbed up into the cab.

"A F-150," he grumbled.

"Nope," she shrugged, trying to figure how to adjust the seat.

"Do you even have a driver's license?"

"Nope."

"What?!" he hollered.

"I'm kidding!" she laughed.

"Just drive slow," he warned her before getting into Elizabeth's car.

"Yes, sir!" she replied with a mock salute.

"You owe me a new truck if she trashes it," he said matter-of-factly.

"She'll be fine," Elizabeth assured him.

Piers kept looking back to make sure Talia was still following us. Luckily the drive from the bar to his house didn't take too long and nothing happened to his beloved truck.

"Thanks for the drinks, son," Piers said, shaking my hand before getting of the car.

"You're welcome, sir."

"Thanks for dropping me off, Elizabeth," he smiled, leaning into the driver's side window to give my wife a kiss on the cheek. "Your husband is a good boy. Take care of him."

"I will, sir," she replied and gave me a glance.

"And thanks for not wrecking my truck," he smirked at Talia while she handed him back his keys.

"Oh believe me, I tried!" she giggled.

He grabbed her and gave her a playful bear hug.

As he headed to the front door of his house we saw Amy standing at the window. I gave her a thumbs up and she looked relieved. She gave us the hand gesture that she would call us.

Piers turned back before he entered the house to wave us goodbye and we waved back.

"So... what did you talk about?" Elizabeth asked as soon as we pulled away from the driveway.