By the time she was able to sit in his car, Ginger was completely out of breath.
"Hate to be a bother but this car isn't real hat friendly, could you look after that for me?"
Ginger nodded her head, a bit wide-eyed. "S-sure....no problem."
She'd begin to play with the rim of his hat, as he spoke up again
"I'm sorry about back there on the roof.
I just didn't have time to work anything else out.
You're...you're ok right?
No broken bones... no bruises?
When you finish with that load of questions how about you tell me a little about you and the monkey in the suit back there?
That wasn't a standard rent-a-cop that a was police issue piece he was carrrying.
Don't tell me the goomba from the other day is still bothering you...you know the guy from the sidewalk?
If he is... I can handle that for you.
Sometimes, some very stupid people, don't know how to take "no" for an answer so quickly huh?"
Ginger stared out the window to her side for a moment, before suddenly bursting out in laughter.
"Mio dio! I've NEVER done anything like that before, even in school! That was too fun, i mean i know i'm in a world of trouble later, but you know what?"
Ginger would shift in her seat so that she was leaning on the left side of her body and facing Jimmy. "I'd totally do it again!" she'd finish with a huge grin, before placing Jimmys hat on her head.
After an additional few seconds, Ginger flounced back into her seat and buckled up. "We wouldn't want to get pulled over for something as silly as a seat belt violation, would we? And for the record, i'm fine. Totally fine, MORE than fine actually! I haven't seen that Taxi driver since we went into Kimmies the other day....did you, do something to him? And what exactly does 'handle him' mean??"
The slightly hyper Ginger wouldn't give him much of a chance to respond before speaking up again. "Never mind, don't tell me!
You know, you actually out ran Jordan, and he's pretty damn fast......perhaps the force should hire you...."
She'd giggle a bit at the mental image of Jimmy in a uniform working with cops, until the car coming to a stop at a light jarred her back into reality.
"To answer your other question back there, i figured you knew who i was since the flowers were delivered to my fathers place, but yes, Jordan - the guy chasing us - works for the NYPD. He's on the short list of officers assigned to guard my family, but mostly my father....Antonio Caggliano"
Ginger would sigh a bit before crossing her legs and then her arms over top her chest. "Ya know, the Governor." she said, in a far quieter voice.
She wouldn't speak again until the car began to move again. They were only fifteen minutes or so into their 45 minute journey towards the tip of the island, when both her phones began to ring. She'd quickly dump her bag out onto her lap, grab both phones, and turn them off in unison.
"So, are ya gonna ditch me now that you know you'll probably have a third of the force searching for me, and subsequently - you?" Ginger asked with a small smirk, as she threw her things back into her bag. "I mean i'd understand if you'd wanna get rid of me and drop me off somewhere.....i'm not always the funnest person to be around when it's an election year - due to all the guards and press." she added on dejectedly.....before moving around in her seat some.
Suddenly "Don't Know Why" by Norah Jones came on the radio, so instead of giving Jimmy the chance to respond with what she assumed would be an agreement to drop her off and rid himself of an unneeded problem, she began to sing along to the radio.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" she'd say facetiously w/ a few fake bows as the song ended, before lifting Jimmys hat up from her head long enough to run her free hand through her hair. She then tapped the same hand on her bare thigh a few times before sighing.
"Like i said before though, if you wanna drop me off i'd understand......but i'm hoping, maybe, you're the adventurous type that wouldn't mind having a late lunch with a wanted woman."
Ginger lowered her head a bit as not only her smile, but the flushness of her cheeks, grew.
It really had been quite some time since she was alone with a man that wasn't either related to her, or working for her.
"Hate to be a bother but this car isn't real hat friendly, could you look after that for me?"
Ginger nodded her head, a bit wide-eyed. "S-sure....no problem."
She'd begin to play with the rim of his hat, as he spoke up again
"I'm sorry about back there on the roof.
I just didn't have time to work anything else out.
You're...you're ok right?
No broken bones... no bruises?
When you finish with that load of questions how about you tell me a little about you and the monkey in the suit back there?
That wasn't a standard rent-a-cop that a was police issue piece he was carrrying.
Don't tell me the goomba from the other day is still bothering you...you know the guy from the sidewalk?
If he is... I can handle that for you.
Sometimes, some very stupid people, don't know how to take "no" for an answer so quickly huh?"
Ginger stared out the window to her side for a moment, before suddenly bursting out in laughter.
"Mio dio! I've NEVER done anything like that before, even in school! That was too fun, i mean i know i'm in a world of trouble later, but you know what?"
Ginger would shift in her seat so that she was leaning on the left side of her body and facing Jimmy. "I'd totally do it again!" she'd finish with a huge grin, before placing Jimmys hat on her head.
After an additional few seconds, Ginger flounced back into her seat and buckled up. "We wouldn't want to get pulled over for something as silly as a seat belt violation, would we? And for the record, i'm fine. Totally fine, MORE than fine actually! I haven't seen that Taxi driver since we went into Kimmies the other day....did you, do something to him? And what exactly does 'handle him' mean??"
The slightly hyper Ginger wouldn't give him much of a chance to respond before speaking up again. "Never mind, don't tell me!
You know, you actually out ran Jordan, and he's pretty damn fast......perhaps the force should hire you...."
She'd giggle a bit at the mental image of Jimmy in a uniform working with cops, until the car coming to a stop at a light jarred her back into reality.
"To answer your other question back there, i figured you knew who i was since the flowers were delivered to my fathers place, but yes, Jordan - the guy chasing us - works for the NYPD. He's on the short list of officers assigned to guard my family, but mostly my father....Antonio Caggliano"
Ginger would sigh a bit before crossing her legs and then her arms over top her chest. "Ya know, the Governor." she said, in a far quieter voice.
She wouldn't speak again until the car began to move again. They were only fifteen minutes or so into their 45 minute journey towards the tip of the island, when both her phones began to ring. She'd quickly dump her bag out onto her lap, grab both phones, and turn them off in unison.
"So, are ya gonna ditch me now that you know you'll probably have a third of the force searching for me, and subsequently - you?" Ginger asked with a small smirk, as she threw her things back into her bag. "I mean i'd understand if you'd wanna get rid of me and drop me off somewhere.....i'm not always the funnest person to be around when it's an election year - due to all the guards and press." she added on dejectedly.....before moving around in her seat some.
Suddenly "Don't Know Why" by Norah Jones came on the radio, so instead of giving Jimmy the chance to respond with what she assumed would be an agreement to drop her off and rid himself of an unneeded problem, she began to sing along to the radio.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" she'd say facetiously w/ a few fake bows as the song ended, before lifting Jimmys hat up from her head long enough to run her free hand through her hair. She then tapped the same hand on her bare thigh a few times before sighing.
"Like i said before though, if you wanna drop me off i'd understand......but i'm hoping, maybe, you're the adventurous type that wouldn't mind having a late lunch with a wanted woman."
Ginger lowered her head a bit as not only her smile, but the flushness of her cheeks, grew.
It really had been quite some time since she was alone with a man that wasn't either related to her, or working for her.