Ohhhh niiiice! She actually blushes! Now isn’t that cute. She’s staring, mouth agape and then quickly averts her eyes to look at the ground, stammering an excuse.
Teehee.
Images of her bent over the hood of her car, the skirt hiked up to her hips flash through my head. I lick my lips at the thought. But no, I mustn’t rush things.
I flash her my friendliest smile, push my sunglasses up on my head and repeat what I already have said: „Hello, I’m Stella and if you need a lift I’ll be happy to help you. I’m heading to San Diego, so that’s as far as I can take you. Can’t help you with fixing the car, though.“ ‚Nor do I have the slightest inclination to get my hands greasy and dirty’ is what I think. That’s what mechanics are for, no? You call them, tell them where your car broke down and three days later you go and pick it up again. Or you just forget about and buy a new car.

She finally looks up again and shakes my hand. „Um, err, thanks, that would be nice.“
Omigod, the girl is so cute. She actually blushed even more. She doesn’t seem to have a name, though. Or is she just to nervous to introduce herself? I've met a couple of guys behaving like that when I approached them. But so far never a girl.
„Ok, then I think you should get your things and yourself in my car.“
Once we’re on the road I turn towards her: „Are you in a hurry or would you like to go to a beautiful spot to watch the sunset? Maybe smoke some pot, too?“