Taken With the Wind

"Sorry about the dent, sweetie."
I wanted to smack him.
Hit him right across the face.
How dare you call me sweetie?!
I waited for you.
I waited.
You never showed.
"It's whatever.
Not my car,
Remember?"
Witty, mindless conversation
Twenty minutes of driving.
"Do you know where
You're even going?"
I shook my head,
Flustered.
"Mike's Auto Shop,
I guess."
Silence.
The drone of the air conditioning
Took over the car.
"What?"
I glance over, then finally see it.
"Nothing."
He was sharp.
Too sharp for me
Not to worry.