Casey POV
We're in the car on the way to my apartment, and it's completely silent. Not content silence, but awkward silence. You're concentrated on the tenth jerk the just cut you off as you swerve back and forth. You twist the wheel and I squeal, surprised, and my hand lands on your thigh. I don't know what to do, whether to leave it there, like I desperately want to, or snatch it back and stare out my window. I take it back, but before I can turn away, you turn to me and give me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I try not to think too much of it; after all, I've seen smiles before. But, I can't ignore that fact that it is making me melt inside. And, now that I think about it, you didn't pull away like you could have. Hm, what does that mean? Could you possibly… no, it's not possible. I dare to look back at you, and your attention is back on the road. But the smile that you had given me was still plastered to your face. I feel a smile spread across my face and I sit back I my seat and look out the window, not really paying attention to where we're going, but sneaking occasional glances at you. After a couple minutes though, I see you're your smile begin to fade. I look out the window, and see that we're almost to my apartment. I feel a sense of disappointment wash over me. But I also feel a tiny bit of something else, courage, and before I can think twice about it, I blurt out "Would you like to come up for some coffee or something?" I bite my lip, not believing that I just asked you up to my apartment. "Yeah, sure." Oh. Boy. You said yes. I wasn't expecting that. But I'll have to get over my shyness within the next few seconds, because I'm going to be in the same apartment as Olivia Benson.
Olivia POV
We're in the car on the way to your apartment, and I can't remember ever being more nervous behind the wheel. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fabulous driver, but with you in the passenger seat, it's hard for me to focus. I swear as I get cut off for about the tenth time, and I jerk the wheel to avoid another driver on my other side. I feel something land on my thigh, and as I look down, I see that it's your hand. Oh man. Your hand, on my thi—I can't stop a monstrous grin from crossing my face. But then I don't feel the warmness anymore, and yet as I look over to you, I see that you have a smile spread across your face too. And boy, is it gorgeous. I turn my attention back to the road, but the silly grin on my face stays. I allow myself to think for a minute what it would be like if you, maybe, possibly… Nah, I shouldn't get my hopes up. But then I spot your apartment, and my smile begins to fade. Even though it was spent in silence, this was the best car ride that I've ever had. I seriously contemplate taking an "accidental" wrong turn so that I can spend more time with you, but I don't want to seem like an idiot, so I don't. As I park, I turn to tell you goodnight, but instead, I'm greeted with a question. "Would you like to come up for some coffee or something?" Wow. I almost forget to respond. "Yeah, sure." My heart goes into overtime, racing at the prospect of being in the same apartment as Casey Novak.