" They walked out of the Blue Boar together, Colleen put the blank receipt into her purse, Rita had been more than happy to give her a blank receipt after seeing that Colleen had left her a twenty-five percent tip." They walked out of the Blue Boar together, Colleen put the blank receipt into her purse, Rita had been more than happy to give her a blank receipt after seeing that Colleen had left her a twenty-five percent tip. As they reached her car Colleen saw that something was wrong. It took her several seconds to realize that she had a flat tire. "Oh great, just what I needed to ruin what was turning out to be a nice evening." "Don't worry I'll help you change it," Don said, "open the trunk and let's get out the jack and the spare." Colleen opened the trunk and Don swore, "SHIT, sorry, but your spare is flat. Why don't I drive you back to your hotel and in the morning you can call Avis and have them send someone out to fix the car and bring it to you." "Thanks, Don but I don't want to put you to any trouble." "No trouble, I don't have to go into work until tomorrow afternoon." Don escorted Colleen to his car and held the door for her. As they drove east along Atlantic Beach Boulevard they were silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Don considered how lucky he was to spend more time with this beautiful woman and Colleen was thinking how lucky it was she'd run into an attractive guy who was also gentlemen enough to go out of his way to drive a stranger back to her motel. As the reached to top of the bridge over I-95 Colleen noticed the full moon just above the horizon. "Do you like Irish whiskey, Don?" "If it's good, yes why do you ask?" "It's good, Tullimore Dew, I was just wondering if you'd like to come back to my room with me and have a drink. |