You'll just ride your bike back:

You sigh, the idea of being seen in this outfit or riding your bike through the cold both sound awful. But you really don’t want to find out what an extra level of severity might mean.

“No thanks, maybe I can catch breakfast at another time, but I gotta get home soon,” you say.

“Darn, well any time you want hun,” Charlie said.

“Ride safe,” Jessica added.

“I’ll walk you to the door then,” Krista said, walking over and following you out the front.

She stands in the doorway, clutching her robe tightly as you fumble with the lock on your bike, saying it was “cold this morning” had been an understatement.

“You look pretty cute in that,” Krista says, stepping out and pulling the door mostly closed behind her.

“Umm, thanks,” you manage to get the lock undone, and stand up to find Krista standing next to you.

“I mean it, I wish I looked half as good as you do,” She wraps her arms around her chest, “but I guess it just isn’t going to ever be like that for me.”

You can hear the pain in her voice as she says that.