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“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.”

“I-er-” he mumbled distractedly, navigating his way through the screens to the input. His tongue stuck slightly out of the corner of his mouth as he focused on working the device. “I don’t get along well with tech. Raised without it. And I’ve got no one to call, anyhow. Ah!” he exclaimed, pointing to the screen, pleased. “I’ve got it in! Thank you again, so much. I feel rather stupid, now. It says here it’s only five minutes away.”

Summer glanced at the gps to get the next turn, then stepped on it. Expertly snaking through a gap, she asked, “What’s this all about? Odd time for an appointment, really. School thing?”

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“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.”

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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.

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Now he seemed to have pissed off, or at least put off, a total stranger. “I understand, Miss,” he admitted with a nod. “Sketchy folks around here. If I were you, I’d be a bit more careful who I offered car rides to,” he said more quietly, glancing around at other park denizens.

“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.”

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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.

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Now he seemed to have pissed off, or at least put off, a total stranger. “I understand, Miss,” he admitted with a nod. “Sketchy folks around here. If I were you, I’d be a bit more careful who I offered car rides to,” he said more quietly, glancing around at other park denizens.

“Oh, well, I cheat.” She flashed him a smile that dared him to question. “Now, you said you had an appointment. Yes or no?”

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“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.

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Catching sight of a distinctly pretty young woman he’d never seen before, Larke made a point of approaching her. “Good evening, Miss,” he greeted, offering a hand to shake. “I’m Larke… I’m fairly new around here, and I’m a bit lost. Is there any chance you could assist me, Miss…?” 

Summer arched an eyebrow, more than a little surprised at being approached out of nowhere. Usually she vanished into the crowd on the streets of the city. “Um, hi. Summer. You can call me Summer.” She took his hand, taking a quick assessment of his emotions as well. No threat, a little confused … she relaxed slightly. “Another southerner, hm? Where are you trying to go?”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Summer,” he said warmly. She seemed a bit uneasy, but it was a reasonable reaction. He should have considered how she would feel about being confronted by a man on the street. “I’m terribly sorry if I’ve spooked you… I don’t bite,” he smiled. He pulled a small strip of paper out of his back pocket, squinting to read scribbled handwriting. “I’m looking for 653 Dolin Street. Do you happen to know where that is?” He held out the paper for her to see, although the writing was likely illegible to anyone but himself.

“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.”

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iamthefirechild started following you

Catching sight of a distinctly pretty young woman he’d never seen before, Larke made a point of approaching her. “Good evening, Miss,” he greeted, offering a hand to shake. “I’m Larke… I’m fairly new around here, and I’m a bit lost. Is there any chance you could assist me, Miss…?” 

Summer arched an eyebrow, more than a little surprised at being approached out of nowhere. Usually she vanished into the crowd on the streets of the city. “Um, hi. Summer. You can call me Summer.” She took his hand, taking a quick assessment of his emotions as well. No threat, a little confused … she relaxed slightly. “Another southerner, hm? Where are you trying to go?”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Summer,” he said warmly. She seemed a bit uneasy, but it was a reasonable reaction. He should have considered how she would feel about being confronted by a man on the street. “I’m terribly sorry if I’ve spooked you… I don’t bite,” he smiled. He pulled a small strip of paper out of his back pocket, squinting to read scribbled handwriting. “I’m looking for 653 Dolin Street. Do you happen to know where that is?” He held out the paper for her to see, although the writing was likely illegible to anyone but himself.

“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?”