She was still holding on as he swiped his card, still breathless and giggling, before he lowered her down and she felt her feet set firmly on the concrete. Grinning at him, she looked over to the signs for a second before she pointed. "The #1, 66th St. station. It's a little bit of a walk after that, but my apartment's close to the school." Their idea of student housing that wasn't technically student housing, she figured.
"Thanks for taking me home. I really appreciate it. Of course, I never stay out this late."