“Give me a call, I can show you a good time.” Captain did a phone hand gesture, giving you a wink under her dark sunglasses. Shotgun gives Captain a look of disbelief and a theatrical amount of heartbreak. “Without me?!”

“Whaat? Of course not, buddy. I’d never.” Captain stepped over and comforted Shotgun with a pat on the shoulder, shooting you with another devious wink and a smirk. You just shook your head with faux disappointment.

A day or so passed and you met up with Captain, as you approached you noticed that Shotgun wasn’t with her which was a pleasant surprise. That was the first thing you asked about. “Eh, well. It took a bit to get him off my back but I did it. A little lying doesn’t hurt anyone, now does it?”

You snicker in response, excited to get on the road.

Of course, she held the door open for you and closed it as you got comfortable in your seat. The leather was worn and you could only wonder what hijinks ensued in it. Before you could ponder for any longer, Captain swooped in on the driver’s side and turned the car on. You’d open up your window, your elbow replacing where the glass originally was.

The both of you talked back and forth, asking questions about certain places and learning more about the town you had just moved into. You were even a bit excited to learn about it, listening intently to Captain’s silky voice. You were even able to convince her to let you mess with the siren of the car!

You ran out of things to ask or say eventually though.

The dip of silence wasn’t terrible though, all she did in response to it was turn up the radio (it was some cheesy Christian rock. Guess that’s what you get for moving to a place like this…). Suddenly, you felt a touch on your thigh. You flinched and glanced down to see Captain’s hand resting there gently. She didn’t make any move outside of just having it there until you placed yours on top of hers, giving her your wordless consent. It was comforting, her slightly thumbing across it.