"Don't mention it," Dave murmured, getting up from the booth and taking their empty mugs to the counter, "I'd rather walk you home. You never can be sure, even in a place like Stoneybrook."
He figured a girl walking alone at this time of night would probably be an easy target for anyone who really wanted to attack a girl. He would never let a girl he knew walk home by herself, and especially not at this time of night. "Lead the way." He told her, realizing he really didn't know where she lived.