Much to his surprise, she snags the map and begins to unfold the creases of paper. All the while she is grinning, he interprets this as willingness to entertain his proposal. It isn't long before he seats himself back in his chair completely and shifts it into gear. The purr of the engine is amplified by the hoards of buildings around them. She is quick with a general direction and he moves from lane to lane to exit the downtown area. Finding the nearest ramp to the freeway.
Once on the open road, he can finally kick the horses contained under the hood into freedom. Steady rainfall deems the wipers to rotate in a predictable pass across his view. It isn't too late yet but being an end of work week night, there are many motorists out and about still. He remains mostly in the left lane to pass those doing the speed limit or less. Occasionally he must weave from one side to the next to slip by those even in the designated fast lane. Every so often his eyes slip from the road ahead and to where she mulls with a few swipes of her hand to her smartphone. A smirk is formed on her lips and so he questions, "What are you smirking about?" In that same instant she is reaching for him. Fidgeting her hand into his pocket and he shifts slightly to allow easier access. What he thinks is an effort to initiate road play ends with her pulling back and examining the wallet she now holds. "Hey!" He exclaims with a lop-sided grin. She is quick to find one of many credit cards that are folded into the bounds of leather. Now rising the phone to her ear, he listens inattentively to what is being said and concludes it to being a reservation. The sudden disappointment of no playing in his car is put at ease that there is a destination with probably the amenities for other activities.
City signs begin appearing on the freeway for smallish towns along the coast. Each have estimated mileage for their exits and he awaits further instruction. One such sign they come up to says "Whale Rock Exit 69" in 2 miles. She is quick to point it out to him and he nods in understanding. "Hmmm never heard of it before..." he assumes it is a quaint town. Just big enough to actually support a hotel and being as they are along the coast he contemplates what else there is to do here. "Delia, search Whale Rock please," the computer system sparks to life at hearing its commander. My pleasure Mr. Casia, its robotic but slight Australian English accent voice replies. Whale Rock. Population 6,892. West coast town overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Many historic buildings that attract tourists from all over the United States. Activities include boating, fishing, hiking, swimming, shopping and eating. Satisfied with the reply he speaks again, "Thank you Delia," the monitors dim as he summons the system back into a dormant state. He turns to Sabrina slightly as their exits is in view, "Not bad."
The car begins to veer off to the right ramp and twists around to bring them to a light. She points out her directions that are also surfacing on her phone. Of course she has the volume off so only she knows exactly where they are going. A slight shake of his head is given and a snicker. She knows why she did it and how she liked taking control sometimes. It didn't bother him and if anything it is what was so intriguing about the woman beside him.
The travels seem to have brought them out from under the rain storm. Still off in the distance flashes of lightning alit the skies. Illuminating the edges of the clouds a vibrate shade of violet. She directions them into a hotel parking lot and he picks a space not far from the front but secluded enough to avoid door dings. Shifting the BMW into park and then removing the fob from the receptacle, he breathes a sigh of relief before opening his door. His eyes scope out the exterior of the building, finding it almost vintage in appearance. It wasn't his usual places he stays on business trips but also his meeting don't lead him to such quaint places. The air is fresh and mingled with the sea salt of the ocean. He much rather enjoyed the deathly quiet that surrounded them. It was a good change of scenery...
He allows her to open her own door and exit the vehicle on her own accord. She was one to not like being dotted on hand and foot on every occasion and he would allow it to slide a time or two. Remembering some past bickering they had had one such a topic.
When she does appear, he turns to face her and offers her his hand and, when/if she takes it, he rises it to place a few firm kisses at the backside of her palm. Silver-hazel eyes looking into the crystalline depths of hers, before he straightens slightly, "After you M'dear." He allows her to lead the way...
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@[Sabra] sry not sry