We ran out of gas ten miles from town. And, to be honest, I was pissed.

“See, you can’t do anything right!” I said, banging my palm down on the dash. “Can’t even get gas.”

He was looking down at the E that the arrow was now firmly pointing to, letting him know that, yes, yes we were out of gas.

As if we needed to know that, considering that we were stopped. In the middle of the road.

“You know what?” I said to him, still angry. “I’ll just walk home. So much for having a great time tonight.”

I got up and out of the car, slamming the door behind me, before he could comprehend what I had said, let alone stop me.

It was dark outside, and it looked like it was going to rain. As if I needed that right then. The elements had to be against me too.

And so I hunched over into my jacket a bit, and began walking towards town. Only ten miles to go.

I had gone maybe six when he showed up.

It was raining, I had ditched my high heels miles back, and there he was.

“Need a ride?”