Izzie slammed down the hood of her Honda and cursed. It was just her luck. She had gotten off of a twelve hour shift, ten spent in surgery, and was driving home when her car suddenly lurched to a stop. Her car had died in the middle of the street. She had to push it to the side of the road which took twenty minutes. She had peaked under the hood to maybe try and figure out what was wrong. If maybe it was the battery. Useless. She knew nothing about cars and it was getting dark and harder to see. She decided to screw it. She'd just walk to her house that was only about twenty miles away. No cars had passed by so that was her only option.
When she heard a clearing of a throat behind her she jumped and hesitantly turned around only to come face to face with the man from the bar one week ago. The guy she had poured beer on. The guy she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.
She put a hand over her racing heart and backed away with a glare, "Geez. Give a girl a heart attack, won't you?"The man had the decency to look ashamed. Well either ashamed or amused. Hard to tell.