Looks Like Trouble

He finally had her where he wanted her, in the car with him at the wheel, looking like he was in charge. He had done his best to look aloof in his associations with her, though she played a central role in his private thoughts. He was not an architect, as he told her, but a high school dropout with convincing facial hair. Nor was the car his, as he said, but his father's. At the moment it looked like she trusted him and might even reward him for offering the ride. His gesture appeared strictly compassionate and he intended to withhold the truth from her for as long as necessary. She finally had him where she wanted him, providing transportation. The key was to look like she was interested in him. This could be accomplished from a safe distance, allowing him room to perform his Platonic farce. As soon as she got there she would ask him to pick her up again tomorrow. He would be so shocked that she could slip out, giving him no more than a smile of thanks for his trouble. Tomorrow she could arrange for rides for the next two weeks and give him even less. To help her smile she thought of how he would drive home alone, confused and disappointed. The car accelerated down a long, steep incline. It looked like it had enough brake fluid because the brake fluid gauge was broken.
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