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CHALLENGE: Written for the 'Overblown Drabble Challenge'.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Perfect Ending
By Ann
The engine coughed and sputtered, refusing to turn over.
"Arrgghh!" Wendy hit her head on the steering wheel and removed her hand from the key. She knew she should've brought the car into the shop when she'd had trouble starting it yesterday. This was the perfect ending to one of the worst days she'd ever had.
A knock on her window startled her, and her head met the glass with a bang.
"Ow! Shit! What else is going to happen to me today?"
Wendy rubbed her temple and glanced through the window to find a very amused Sofia Curtis standing on the other side. She sighed and opened the door.
"Hey, Wendy. You need some help?"
Wendy held her breath. Maybe her luck was going to change.
"Um, my cell's dead and my car won't start."
"Oh, really? Is that why it was making that horrible sound?" The corners of Sofia's mouth lifted in a grin, and Wendy almost melted on the spot.
"You can borrow my cell to call someone," Sofia offered, shrugging, "Or I could give you a ride somewhere."
Wendy stepped from her car. "That would be great; um, giving me a ride that is."
Sofia put her hand on the top of the door, opening it further. "Okay, what do you want to do about your car?"
"Could you shoot it and put it out of its misery?"
Sofia laughed and closed the door. "Sorry, as an officer of the law, I can't shoot an unarmed vehicle."
"Not even the tires?"
"Not even the tires." Sofia placed her hand in the small of Wendy's back. "C'mon, my car's a couple of spaces down."
A shiver ran down Wendy's spine; things were definitely looking up. "Thanks, Sofia. I really appreciate this. I'll find a garage and drop my keys off before work."
"How are you going to get to work?"
Wendy shrugged. "I guess I'll call a cab."
"I could come by and pick you up. We can drop your keys off at the garage and then have dinner."
"Oh no, that would be too much trouble."
The two women arrived at Sofia's car, and the detective opened the door for the other woman. "What if we called it a date? How would that be?"
Wendy smiled and crawled into the car. "That would be great, but it's my treat."
"Fine. Breakfast is on me then." Winking, Sofia closed the door and walked around the front of the car.
Wendy fastened her seatbelt and watched the familiar strut. *This* was the perfect ending to her day.
The End