It was almost 8:00 and seasonably dark, winter's cold leaking in through the slightly open sunroof of her car. She had the stereo playing loud, drowning out the traffic and distractions in her mind. Her music was varied, and tonight's drive-time soundtrack was effectively provocative. She danced with her shoulders as she pressed on the accelerator and steered around other cars. Damn, red light. She slammed on the brake just in time, and then noticed the shiny black coupe next to her.
Rarely did she notice other drivers, but this time she looked up and he was staring at her, the passenger window of his car rolled completely down. She tossed long hair off her shoulders, smiled quickly, and then turned back to the steering wheel.
The stoplight was still red.
She felt his eyes on her, a haunting stare as if he saw past her skin with intimate knowledge. Her heart was pounding – this stranger in the sleek sports car was unsettling… and exciting.
This was the longest damn red light. Minutes seemed like hours.
When it finally turned green, she pressed on the gas slowly, her eyes aimed ahead – yet acutely aware that he traveled in the lane next to her.
He drove steady, staying just only close enough to make certain she knew he was there. And when finally she looked over at him – a little afraid, a little intrigued – he casually gestured for her to follow him.
There was a turn off ahead, and both cars exited the main road. He pulled into a narrow drive, stopped and waited until her car was parked.
