“Dolin, Dolin,” Summer muttered to herself. “It doesn’t sound familiar, no. I don’t usually leave the park area, though, so I’m not as familiar with the city as I could be. Did you try to flag down a cab and ask them?”
Larke shook his head, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid. “No, Miss. I haven’t tried that,” he chuckled nervously. “Didn’t even occur to me… Perhaps I should. I hope it isn’t far… I have an appointment, you see, and…” He shook his head again. “It’s not important. Would you happen to have the time?”
Pulling out her smartphone, Summer glanced down at it. “It’s almost 2:30.” Cocking her head to the side, she regarded Larke with a narrowed gaze. “I can help you out a bit better than that, then, although I warn you, if this is some kind of confidence trick, you’re like to regret it. Come on, I’ll drive you and make the gps figure it out.”
“Confidence trick?” he scoffed, furrowing a brow. “I’m not sure what you’re implying, Miss Summer, but it would be an insult to my honor. It’s a bit denting that I come off as the sort of man to-” he trailed off frustratedly before straightening his posture. “It’s quite alright, miss. I think I’ll hail the cab, if that would suit you. I’d hate to impose myself or be an inconvenience of any kind.”
“Hey! I wasn’t trying to be insulting! A girl has to be careful in the city, that’s all. But you seem a trustworthy sort.” She shrugged, glancing away. “But if you’re going to be that way, I … wish you good luck.”
Always with my big mouth, she thought dully. I try to make a joke, and it just falls flat on its face.