“Come on, let’s get you home,” I tell her as I drop several bills on the table, then slide out of the booth and offer her my hand. She stares at it for a second, a slightly wary look on her face, and I chuckle. “It’s okay, I don’t have any ulterior motives. I just don’t think you have any business driving tonight. Neither do I.”

“You’re probably right,” she mumbles and takes my hand to put weight on it as she tries to stand. But she sways a little when she’s on her feet and giggles.

“No, I’m definitely right,” I say with a chuckle.

With my hand on her lower back, I walk her out of the bar. The bartender is waiting at the door to lock it behind us, and I give him a nod before pulling my phone out of my pocket and tapping at the screen to call us a ride.

“What’s your address?” I ask her, and she recites it quickly. I type in the address and tap to request the ride.

The car arrives within five minutes, a Camry with a young brunette woman behind the wheel. I help Hannah into the back seat and make sure she’s buckled in, then slide in beside her.

The driver watches us in the rearview mirror, and when my eyes meet hers, she scrunches her brows a little at the reflection of me and Hannah in the mirror as if she recognizes one or both of us. Thankfully, she doesn’t ask, just puts the car into gear as soon as I’ve got my own seatbelt buckled and turns on the radio as we hit the road.

“Oh, I love this song. Can you turn it up a little, please?” Hannah asks.

“Me too, actually,” the driver says and turns the dial. It’s not a song I recognize, but Hannah knows every word, and maybe it’s because of all the whiskey she’s had, but she’s not afraid to sing along. She gets louder as the song goes on, but the driver doesn’t seem to mind, she just grins at us in the rearview and turns the volume up a little more.

Hannah’s voice isn’t perfect, but there’s something endearing about her simple enjoyment of the music, the way she closes her eyes and gets lost in it. I find myself watching her, mesmerized by this glimpse of her when she’s completely free of self-consciousness.