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The Vespa swallowed the road beneath it as she chased the setting sun. Grassy plain had begun to patch and erupt into the rough brush of desert. The road ahead was flat, straight.
And that's why it came as such a surprise when she saw the man sticking his thumb out ahead. He hadn't- no, she could have sworn he wasn't there a moment ago. Not matter, she had no intention in slowing down for him; he could find another ride.
Yet the Vespa slowed to a halt right in front of him, engine softly purring. Nadine frowned and glanced down at the handles. She didn't recall squeezing the breaks. She looked back at the stranger. He was tall, handsome. Familiar. It made her skin crawl in a way both pleasurable and nauseating. 'Don't be rude, Nadine,' a voice whispered, 'take off your helmet and say hello.' Yet another whispered, 'keep it on; a bride shouldn't be seen without her veil, not before her wedding day.'
She didn't want to understand the thoughts, nor did she want to let the words on tongue to come slipping out: you finally found me. So instead Nadine cleared her throat and asked the obvious,
"Looking for a ride?"
