Randy erased the gigantic grin from his face as he turned around. Seriously, he said, "Sure, my car's that way." He pointed to the other end of the parking garage. Then, unable to resist the urge to say something 'Randy-ish,' he added, "Your car's a piece of crap, you know. You should really just get a new one, considering it breaks down so often."

"Shut up about my car!" Sharona shot back. They eventually reached Randy's car, and upon seeing it, Sharona exclaimed, "And you think my car's a piece of crap!" His car was an ultimate mess. It needed washed, there was garbage on the seats, and some of the upholstery was held together with duct tape.

"At least it runs," Randy retorted. He opened the door for her, and threw some of the newspaper on the passenger seat into the back.

"Adrian would have a field day with your car- if he could even bring himself to go near it." Sharona mocked as she got in.

The car ride was fairly silent. Occasionally Randy would say something that would come out completely wrong, and Sharona would make fun of him. The ride back to Sharona's house seemed unusually long, so Randy pulled out his last defense, talking shop.

"So, what do you think of this case?" He asked.

"I don't know," She replied, her voice sounding tired. Randy sensed the exhaustion in her voice. It had been a long night.

"I hope Benjy feels better," he added, not really thinking about it. This turned Sharona's head. Most of the guys she associated with never acknowledged Benjy's existence, let alone cared about his health.

"Thank you." She replied genuinely. They didn't talk for the rest of the ride, but it was a comfortable silence. He pulled up to Sharona's house and put the car in park.

"I'll walk you to your door," he said.

"You don't have to," Sharona said.

"Well, actually, I do," he replied, "Your door doesn't open from the inside."

Sharona rolled her eyes and mouthed the words "piece of crap" as Randy walked around to her side of the car and let her out. They walked slowly to her door, and stopped at the front porch. Sharona took of Randy's jacket and handed it back to him. "Thank you for this."

Randy suddenly remembered what he was going to say when they were dancing. "Sharona, I--"

"Ow!" Sharona lifted her hand to her eye.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something in my eye! Ow!" She rubbed her eye and contorted her face.

"Well don't rub it, that'll make it worse. Let me see." Randy brought Sharona closer to the porch light and stepped closer to her. He cupped the side of her face with his hand and pulled her eyelid down. He couldn't believe how close he was to her and his heart raced.

Sharona winced at the stinging in her eye. She put her hand on Randy's shoulder to keep her balance. As strange of a position as she was in, she wasn't uncomfortable. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach when Randy put his hand on her cheek, and feeling his breath on her face made her heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, it's an eyelash. I'll get it." He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and used it to get the eyelash out of her eye. "There, it's gone now." She blinked a few times and looked up at him. He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before he realized that his hand was still on her face. Removing his hand, he simply said. "Good night, Sharona." Even though there was so much more he wanted to say, he felt that leaving then would be best.