Leftover?

Elena stared at Dominic Sterling. She stood lost in his dark eyes under the flickering streetlamp. The autumn wind whipped around her thin jacket. He was actually here. He had waited for her in the cold.

"Get in. Let me give you a ride home," he said. His deep voice sliced through the quiet night.

Her mind raced. He waited for her. He really did like her. She wasn't being delusional after all. A