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Thank fuck someone had stopped, who knows how long she could have been here and -… hello there. Ireland was also going to thank whoever who ran upstairs for the chiseled jawbones slash cheekbones of who ever had come to help her and he brought jumper cables too-… she swore if this worked she was going to suck his dick-… FOR FREE. Not that she charged but, it was expected that you understood where the situation was going “That would be fantastic because I did not want to be standing out here in the freezing cold until it got dark-… who knows how many Ted Bundy wannabe’s were out here waiting to make me their next prey”
She commented she watched the other at work; “Cars are my thing -… sort of and I know what it is but it’s like on it’s way out so I just wanna get home and then probably buy a new car or something” the heiress had a lot of money so this was basically just disposable income to her; “Well aren’t you something else. I literally could be here to lure you to your death and you’re inviting me into your car-… I am going to take it someone hasn’t hurt you badly or you would not be this hospitable to a stranger”
“You’re too blonde to be Ted’s type, but if the guy like him had a blonde girlfriend it’s a valid concern.” Zander shrugs, look did he like knowing that Ted Bundy killed girls that looked like his girlfriend exclusively? No, he didn’t like thinking about the connotation either for that matter, but he knew that little fact - he didn’t want to be the only one cursed with the knowledge. “Iceland has the lowest crime rate in the world though, so you would have been more likely freezing to death than anything like that. You’d have to worry about the tourists mostly, I think.” He wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be used as a good-natured conversation, but he was going that route with it - his tone actually lighthearted as he sets up the wires between the cars.
“They’re not really my thing, I can fix the small things you really don’t need the shop for but otherwise - better left to the professionals.” He couldn’t imagine having the kind of money to just go out and get a new car at any point, that’d be several years of saving and zero college classes if he was saving up for the down payment on one probably. He made enough to survive, but it wasn’t exactly a job that gave him that kind of padding. “Maybe I’m trying to lure you to your death.” He shrugs, he had been hurt a lot. It only took a close look at this neck to notice the knife scar on it, and it wasn’t like he could wear short sleeves anymore without people seeing evidence of things he never discussed. “You caught me in a generous mood, holidays and all I guess- I wouldn’t get used to it.”

















