He noticed her expression as if reading her thoughts.
"Alright, fine." He said as he took one hand off the steering wheel. "Sorry."
"Thank you." She replied. "That wasn't so hard now was it?"
"Don't push it love." He smiled as he brought back his hand to the steering wheel.
There it was. He was back in full fashion. She didn't even know him enough but she was sure that he drove everyone around him crazy. Now that she thought about it. This had to be a very far café. They'd been driving for five minutes and he hadn't stopped yet.
"Are you going to kidnap me?" She asked. "You don't look like a serial killer but looks can be deceiving." She told him.
He stared at her with all seriousness, as if unsure what to respond to that before he burst into laughter.
"Don't worry." He told her. "I don't kidnap on a Tuesday."
"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "I'm sure all the killers say that too."