And then he drove away. I never saw him again. I don’t know his last name. I don’t know if "Jake" was even real. And I don’t care. I drove home that morning as the sun rose over my own suburban street. I walked into the quiet house, took a shower, and crawled into bed next to Mark’s pillow. When he came home that evening, he looked tired and distracted.
"No names. No phones. No past. No future. Just tonight. Just fun. We drive out to the coast, watch the sunrise, and pretend we are two people who have never been hurt or tied down. What do you say?" Kylee Strutt - fun with a stranger - Real wife stories
I couldn't answer. Because the truth was, I had forgotten. And then he drove away