Aw, stoppit, you'll give me a big head. I'm definitely not nearly that good a driver.

[ Eddie follows close behind Becca, Coke in hand, the other in his jacket pocket. He's gotten pretty familiar with her building, her apartment too. Seems he's over more and more often the longer things go on, and he's not complaining one bit.

He kicks out of his sneakers and flops onto the couch next to her, digging his sandwich out of the bag and biting into it with a satisfied sigh. ]

No kidding. Didja ever figure out whose house it was?