The Dating Playbook — Episode 9

I stood in an empty hallway for five full minutes, holding the Jaguar key fob with its silver emblem, before finally accepting my fate and heading down to the parking garage. I got in stiffly, fastened my seatbelt, and reached to adjust the rearview mirror, but the moment the mirror tilted, I froze, the passenger seat was reclined, a tall figure lay half sprawled across it, my brain short-circuited, instinctively, I reached for the door handle to run, but the next second, he moved, Luca pulled his hood off, those deep green eyes locked onto me, clouded with sleep, but sharpened instantly, the parking garage was so quiet i could only hear my own uneven breathing i swallowed hard

gripping the steering wheel captain bennett miller had an acute gastroenteritis i'm here as a substitute driver to take you home if this is inconvenient i can step out now he didn't respond just stared too focused too still it felt like even the air between us was being compressed after a few seconds he exhaled sharply drive i gritted my teeth and reached for the start

button. But where the hell was it? I fumbled around for ages, breaking into a sweat from The more anxious I got, the more I picked at my fingers. It was a habit I'd had since childhood. Whenever I got nervous, my thumb would instinctively press hard against the of my index finger. Luca suddenly spoke again. You don't know how to drive?