Sally tapped her tire as she sat behind her desk. She looked across the room towards the clock.

"She was supposed to be here an hour ago!", she mentally screamed. "Where could she be?"

Sally waited a few more minutes. Still, the car who made the reservation for the last available cone did not show up. She was about to cancel it when she saw Sheriff preparing to drive to his usual hiding behind the billboard.

"Sheriff, wait!", she called out to him. Sheriff stopped and turned around.

"What's the matter, Sally?", he asked her.

"Sheriff, the car who reserved my last cone hasn't showed up. Think you can look for her? All I know about her is that she's a black Mercedes." Sheriff nodded.

"Okay, Sally. I'll look for her. You stay here, alright?"

Sally nodded and drove back inside. Sheriff turned on his search lights and drove out of town in the direction of the billboard. A few minutes later he saw a pair of headlights that appeared to be on the side of the road. On either side of the headlights were flashing hazard lights indicating the car was in trouble. Sheriff turned on his red flashing light and sped over to the vehicle.

"Oh, thank goodness, officer!", the car exclaimed in a female German accent. "My fuel tank has a hole in it and all of my fuel leaked out!"

Sheriff shined his lights on the road. He saw a very long trail of liquid leading to her. Then he looked back at her.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll push you into town.", he said reassuringly.

The female car put herself into neutral as Sheriff got behind her and started to push. Slowly but steadily they eventually reached the town and Sheriff directed her to the motel where they stopped.

"Hey, Sally! Your customer is here!", he called out. Sally opened the door the drove out to meet them.

"Thank you, Sheriff!", she exclaimed in joy. But it was when she looked at her customer that her jaw dropped.

"What?", Sheriff asked.

Sally looked at him, then back at her. Sheriff moved in front of the car he'd just helped so he could easily look at her. That was when his front bumper dropped too. The car whose gas tank had sprung a leak was a black Mercedes 600. Her grille had many square holes with several circular buttons attached which were mileage awards. Obviously her most prominent feature was her hood ornament, the famous three pointed star surrounded by a circle. However that was not enough for Sheriff. He looked past her hood ornament and into her light blue eyes which sparkled just as much as the chrome on her bumpers. The few seconds he spent staring at her in awe felt like an eternity to him.

"Um, Earth to Sheriff.", Sally called out to him. Sheriff shook his hood and snapped out of his trance.

"Do you need to be pushed into your cone, ma'am?", he politely asked the Mercedes.

"Obviously, yes.", she answered.

Sally rolled her eyes and smiled, realizing that Sheriff was struck by her beauty. Sheriff got behind the Mercedes and pushed her over to cone number 3, which was the one that had been reserved. Sheriff went around and pushed on her front bumper to back her up into the cone. After that was done he backed away from her.

"Danke.", the Mercedes thanked him. Sheriff knew what she was saying.

"You're very welcome ma'am."

He slowly drove away back to the billboard where he was supposed to be for the night. The Mercedes pushed the button with her tire and the door closed immediately. She looked through its window to see Sheriff driving away.

"A true gentlecar.", she thought to herself before shutting off the light and closing her eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED...