“Oh, well, I cheat.” She flashed him a smile that dared him to question. “Now, you said you had an appointment. Yes or no?”
“I-er- yes Miss.” he fumbled, quite certain he didn’t dare to question. “At 2:52, actually.”
“Well that’s interestingly precise!” Reaching behind herself, Summer extracted her keys from the strap of her purse, and beckoned. “Let’s go. You set the gps while I get us out into traffic.” She let him to a little targa-topped burgundy car, popping both doors. “And on the way, you can tell me a little more about yourself.”
“Alright, Miss Summer,” he nodded, climbing into the passenger seat only after Summer had already slid in. “I can’t thank you enough for this, really. You didn’t have to. I mean it was very- Is this a touch screen, or no?” he inquired, suddenly sidetracked by the GPS he was unable to work. “I’m lousy with these things. I don’t even keep a cell phone…”
“Tap with your fingernail,” she instructed. “How in the world do you manage without a cell phone? I don’t even keep a landline anymore!” She paused a moment after starting the car to wind her hair up in a fist-sized bun and stick a couple clips in it. “Time for aggressive driving.”