Snippet #1648854

No, she definitely wasn't coming out. Probably just as well.

Disappointed, he levered himself back into the Camaro and - now with Eminem blaring out of the stereo - began cruising along the main street. In no particular hurry now, and with no place he wanted to go, he cruised on the speed limit, though he didn't bother to set the cruise control he'd salvaged from a wrecked Cadillac last month. He turned through a few streets, aimlessly circling, not really knowing why, save that his mood was black. He'd have described himself as jejune, though he doubted anyone would have understood what he meant if he'd used the word. It was one thing to be pissed when yuo knew why - another when your black dog jumped out of nowhere and settled its teeth into your ass!

He'd taken the long way home, hoping the drive might clear his head, when he saw her. She was walking in that "Don't come near me" sort of way that people do when they're not happy, but his assessment was that she was a girl who was never happy anyway, or if she was wouldn't find it cool to admit it. He half thought of driving on, but realized that when fate presents you with a gift like this, a serendipitous encounter with the person you've been looking for, the last thing you do is ignore it. He wasn't going to curb-crawl, though - he could imagine her abusing him through the window kicking the car, and while he didn't mind what anyone thought, he doubted it would do much to kick this evil mood out of his head. No, time to get it over with...

So he pulled ahead of her, checking in the rear-view mirror that it was her, pulled the car over, and stepped out. He was leaning against the vehicle as she passed. If she didn't change direction, or duck onto a bus, he could get this over with right now.