Pietro considered arguing. He had a small wad of money in his pocket that he'd saved to pay for the reading just in case Miss Ana had turned out to be the wrong girl. With a small sigh, he shut his mouth and figured that it'd be stupid to fight over something trivial. Instead, the money would go toward food or a little present.
"I could drive you home. After work," he offered, vaguely wondering if it was smothering to want to spend his time with her so quickly.