I was getting in the car with a complete stranger, was I out of my mind? Apparently but not more could really come out of this night. We walked the way to his car as he let me, it was an hour away, great.
His car was nicer than the cars you see around here, a big, red jaguar. The luxury actually made me feel slightly less stressed, but only slightly.
"Can I ask what provoked the breakdown in there?" He asked, his eyes barely on the road.
"Oh, um … well," I begin sighing softly. "My dad died four months ago; and I thought I could handle it, but… obviously not."
"Wow, I'm a jerk." He said biting on his lip.
"It's alright." I said with a half-smile. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything." He said trying to avoid my face, as I watched his hands clutch tightly around the wheel, was he having some sort of mental moment?
"Why did you come back out and get me?" I asked, resuming my upper teeth on my lower lip.
"I don't know, to be honest. I think I just don't handle girls crying well at all." He said with a small smile.
"Oh." I said; the thought I had of him being attracted to me was well gone by now. "Um, are you all right?" I ask worriedly.
"I will be, in a moment." He said pulling the car over to the side of the road. "I have a very bad temper sometimes."