A few blocks later, Linda stopped. "My house is that way," she gestured. "I know you live in the other direction. Do you want to...walk me home?"
"Sure," he said. It would give him a chance to see her house. His mind was still trying to rationalize all of this weirdness. They talked for another twenty minutes before arriving at the McMillan house. It was in a nicer neighborhood than his, surrounded by a gate. She keyed in a code and entered, urging him inside.
"I had a really nice time, Jon. I mean that," Linda said.
"I guess this is good night then," he said.
She smiled. "It doesn't have to be....that's up to you. But...I hope you want to do it again if it is."
Jon paused. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting?
She leaned over and kissed him, and for a moment he forgot the question.
