Gabriel slammed the door shut on the man from the car rental front desk. He turned the knob on the door handle clockwise until it stopped, locking him inside the small cramped closet space. As Gabriel moved back to the front of the shop, the desk clerk continued to bang on the door, screaming his head off. Gabriel snickered to himself. He couldn't help it; he just thought the man's "bonafide hero attempt" was extremely pathetic. Then again, he found most people's" hero attempts" were pretty ignorant.
Elle stood, leaning against the counter. She beamed smugly at him as he walked back into the room. He rolled his eyes at her, putting on his "I don't care" façade,
"Did you find where they kept the keys?" He lifted his right brow, crossing his arms carelessly. Elle held up a single key, dangling from a silver keychain. She swung the key back and forth as if to hypnotize him,
"Yes sir…" She replied, mocking him from his phone call earlier with Arthur Petrelli. He glared at her, stepping closer and reaching for the keys. She quickly pulled them away, pushing him back with her free hand. He felt a small shock of electricity pulse from her finger tips. Her mouth fell open slightly, a sarcastic breathy gasp escaping her lips,
"What ever do you think you're doing?" She asked, false confusion spreading across her face. Gabriel set his jaw, his eyes hooked intently on to hers. He cocked his head slightly and tilted it downward, trying his usual menacing glare. Elle just giggled complacently. She removed her hand from his chest, gliding it upward until she reached his face; she then gave him two pats on the cheek,
"That doesn't work on me big guy." She smiled, turning on her heel towards the exit, "I'm driving, and there's nothing you could do to stop me." Gabriel followed closely behind her, feeling as though his pride was at stake,
"I could kill you." He replied matter of factly,
"But you wouldn't." She continued to walk, pushing the exit door open without acknowledging his presence lurking behind her,
"Oh really, what makes you so certain?" He growled, using his gravely serial killer baritone,
"Because you're a boy and I'm a pretty piece of eye candy that isn't a threat to you. That's just how all men are." Elle opened the driver side door to the orange Nissan roadster she stole the keys for. She finally looked up at him as she started the car. She followed him with her eyes as he went around to the other side. She could tell he didn't know how to respond to what she had said. He looked off into the distance for a moment, and then caught her staring at him. He hopped over the door, into his seat, grinning to some extent at her,
"What could ever give you an idea like that?" He asked brashly. Elle could see how smart he thought he was, or at least how cocky he acted to impress her.
She batted her eyes at him innocently,
"Well, I'm not dead yet, and you're riding shotgun like you're my bitch." She bit her lip, stepped on the gas pedal, and peeled out of the lot onto the road. Gabriel's eyes widened as he realized he was in fact riding bitch, and she had outsmarted him into doing it. He crossed his arms stiffly and turned away from her, looking out his side of the car. He refused to speak to her for the next twenty minutes. For the time being, he continued to stare at the scenery passing by, unknowingly smiling to himself as he thought of ways to get back at her for this little incident.