I shook my head, "No. I'm stuck here. You can go. There's a pay phone down the street. You can call someone to come and get you."
"I don't know anyone's number except mine. Who remembers phone numbers anyway? That's what a contact list in your phone is for, so you don't have to remember the number," he said.
"Well, you can't stay here all night. You should figure a way out and go."
"And do what? Leave you here locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night? You're obviously not going to go on that adventure you just talked about and I can't just leave my recently contracted fake girlfriend locked outside of her apartment, can I? What kind of a fake boyfriend would I be if I did that?" his lips tilted up at the corner.
I chuckled, "I think you'd be living up to the title of 'fake boyfriend' perfectly if you did that."