The Male Instinct

Hard to ignore being ignored. Especially in a way so abrupt, and having not a chance to wonder why. Her siren lights dimmed, and her engine whirred, cruising out the driveway without even giving a single glance back.

Either she has a problem with me or I have a problem with her, and seeing as how I was the one doing their damndest to get in touch with her…

The hell's up with you, Irene?

Whatever, you can run now, and perhaps later too… but hiding you can't possibly do. Fate's fickle and loves a laugh, we're always bound to cross paths again… it's all written in the stars.

Worst comes to worst, maybe sometime someday your little radio there will buzz in another call for aid at something-something street at something-something lane.

Yeah, I'll go that far… maybe… we'll see...