You leave the dumpster

With great effort you push over the lid to the dumpster and roll out, letting your long legs dangle over the side and as inelegantly as possible falling to the concrete below landing on your exposed ass. The cold air hits your nude body like a truck, making you instantly cringe. You still feel grimy from that experience and can barely feel your legs after lying down for so long. You turn to look at the dumpster and see Zoe has made no signs at exiting it. With a sigh and an eye-roll you push yourself shakily to your bare feet and look at the pathetic sight of the girl curled up in the trash.

"Need a hand?" You say.

Zoe doesn't answer at first and she isn't putting much effort into trying to cover up either, "I don't want to go out there Sam."

"Well I don't think it's an option to stay here forever. You think I want to streak through town? Come on, let's just get it over with."

Zoe looks back up at you allowing you to see she's crying and gives a quick nod as you pull her up and gracefully help her down, allowing her to have a much easier exit than you did. Now the two of you were standing their awkwardly in the nude and you quickly move your arms to cover as much of yourself as possible. As soon as Zoe sees you do that, she squeaks in embarrassment and copies your movements. You both stand opposite in the chilly air and as you think of what a sight you'd be you do let out a slight nervous giggle; this is too much.

"Um, so what now?" Zoe says.

You shrug, you really don't have an answer beyond not lying in a dumpster. Your house was ages away and in a crowded neighbourhood. You really don't want to risk going back there. Seeing your expression, Zoe speaks up.

"We could go to my place?"