Orla follows me to the parking lot and we stand awkwardly by my car. ”Do you want me to drive? I can bring you back here for your car after. I’m not sure what’s easiest?”

She shrugs. ”Sure, that sounds good.” She’s halfway into the car before I can say anything else, and I want to say so much. I want to tell her what it means that she spent her evening here with this organization that’s become important to me, with no questions ...