Lucille found herself going with the flow, unable to keep up with Drake's pace, and ended up doing what he wanted.
Eventually, both of them got dressed and prepared for the day.
"Where's your home?" Drake asked as they got inside the car.
"Huh?" Lucille responded, still in a daze.
"Where's your house?" he repeated. "Or do you have classes today? Where should I drop you off?"
"Huh? Ah?" she mumbled, shaking her head to focus. "Please take me home."
"Are you sure? Won't you miss any classes?" he inquired.
"N-no. No, sir."
"Sir? Call me by my name," he chuckled. "Am I too old for you?"
"No, you're still young!" she stammered.
"Or do you not remember my name? You were screaming my name last night at—"
Drake couldn't finish his sentence as Lucille panicked and covered his mouth.
"I got it. I got it," she said, her face turning red.