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Hitchhiking
Never get in a car with a stranger — fiction story
“This is not what I had in mind when I ask you to take me out on a date.” Shelly crossed her arms over her chest and continued walking.
“Well, this wasn’t exactly my idea either.” Rob hurried to catch up to her, the gas can making his steps awkward.
Shelly glanced over at him and raised her eyebrow. “What did you think was going to happen when you don’t fill up the gas tank, and then go driving around on back roads where you don’t see another car for miles?”
“We can still have fun.”
“I don’t see how. By the time we find a gas station, I’m going to be so tired from walking, I’ll collapse on the first available seat. Then I’ll have to sit there and wait while you walk back to get the car. If I’m lucky, I’ll make it home by midnight.”
“I never realized how much you complained before,” Rob mumbled under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.” He flashed her a smile, but all he got in return was a glare.
“Do you even know how far the next service station is?”
“Not really. I was hoping a car would come along, and we could hitchhike.”
