❛ here - you look fucking freezing ... ❜ the knitted blanket quickly grabbed from the trunk of her corvette is soon travelling the short distance between them , only the orange street light overhead illuminating the two as it sails towards the girl, avi's eyebrows furrowing as she looks her over carefully. the sound of distant traffic is more of an irritation than a comfort , her hands slipping into the pockets of her denim jacket and rubbing against the lining ( this might be california - but it still gets cold once the sun is down. ) call it fate, serendipity even - what really is, is a shortcut home from avoiding the coastal route. really , it was damn lucky she'd come across her at all.
❛ listen , i can take a look at the car now or i can give you a ride to the closest 24 hour garage and they'll bring you back in the morning ? it's up to you but you're not staying here alone ... ❜ it's an arms folded offer. one that isn't really an offer at all. more like an instruction. one of two options. the illusion of choice when in reality, avi knows she isn't going to make it home any time before midnight.
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