I couldn't say no, it wasn't like I had classes tomorrow any way. So I nodded and told him he could drive me, if he wanted to, since I had no idea as to the layout of New York City, nor cared learn it. He agreed and I walked him out to my little car. He got in and stopped.
"What?"
"It's a stick."
"So?"
"I can't drive one"
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Sorry, you have to, but I can still tell you were to turn though."
"I hope so."
We switched spots and I turned my baby over. Thankfully she started right up. The drive was wonderfully uneventful, as the early morning traffic hadn't quite started yet and he knew where we were going. I was told to stop in front of a dilapidated apartment complex and we got out. We walked up the several stories to his, should I call it a loft? It was more of an empty gymnasium with furniture strewn about. He grabbed me a pillow and I sat down on the hole ridden couch. I was asleep even before my head hit the pillow.