He took her back to her car in relative silence weaving in and out through traffic as if he were in some sort of race. She pointed out her car; a red Toyota Corolla. He didn’t look surprised or turned off by the fact that her car cost less than an eighth of what his cost, “you must get amazing gas mileage,” he told her.
Janie nodded and blushed, “I do,” she said, nodding and feeling a little strange considering that he was driving a car that cost more than her mother’s house.
He grinned, “I can’t wait for a ride.”
Janie laughed.
“I’m serious,” he told her, “don’t let this car fool you. I have owned much older and much crappier cars. In fact,” he told her, “I once owned an old cop car that had been like wrecked a half dozen times and then repainted. They replaced the interior in the front, but it still had the crap vinyl in the back and smelled like hookers and sweat.”
Janie laughed with him and smiled, “hookers and sweat. You really know how to win a girl over.”
“Ahh, that’s the smile I wanted to see,” he said winking and placed his hand on top of hers, “I promise, when I get back in town we will have dinner.”
Janie nodded, “alright. You know how to get in touch with me?”
“I’ll figure it out,” he said softly and leaned over the center console to give her a quick peck on the cheek, “you be careful out there tonight. There are a lot of crazy people out there.”
She nodded, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she told him and got out of the car, “call me.”
He nodded vigorously, “you betcha.”
