"I'll drop you off, Carrie," Ross said firmly. "Don't bother with the train station anymore. That's just a waste of time."
His tone made it sound less like a suggestion and more like a fact—like gravity or the sunrise, something inevitable.
And Carrie, still caught in the pull of his presence, didn't have it in her to argue.
She nodded, almost shyly, her heart fluttering in her chest.
It was easy to see why a young virgin like Carrie—someone who had never really stepped into the world of romance—could be swayed by a man like Ross.
He wasn't just charming; he was overwhelming, larger than life.
And in that moment, walking beside him, Carrie felt both nervous and strangely safe, as if she'd stepped into a story she never thought she'd be part of.
***
Ross got Carrie's number, and from then on, they chatted and talked every single day.
