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    Earlier, as I sat at home and waited for him to arrive, I had visions of a nice night out. I had no idea what he had planned, but considering his career, his apparent wealth, and the fact it was our first date, I expected he would make an effort to impress me. Although he might not realize it, taking me to a donut dinner was doing just that.
    I shifted my eyes back to the side window and gazed out at the passing vehicles. After a few moments, he brought up the car, which was something I felt I needed to talk to him about, but really didn’t want to.
    “I’m guessing you found the vehicle satisfactory?” he asked.
    Still staring out the window, I responded. “I did, but seriously. I can’t accept it. I don’t know what you were trying to do, but you don’t even know me. You can’t just give me a car to drive.”
    “I most certainly can,” he said.
    I glanced over my shoulder. Sitting with both hands on the steering wheel and a smirk on his face, he shifted his eyes away from the road and studied me for a moment.
    “You look remarkable,” he said.
    I ran my hands along my thighs and pressed the wrinkles from the fabric. With Riley’s help, I had found the perfect little black dress at the mall. Her loan of a pair of shoes and purse topped off the ensemble, and I felt much prettier wearing all of it than I had in a long time.
    I folded my arms in my lap and gazed out the window again. “Don’t change the subject. You can’t. You can’t just send a car for me because it’s raining. I mean it was really nice, but…”
    “Not to interrupt, but I’m fortunate in that respect. Let me ask you a question. If you saw a man living every day out in the weather, and you found out that five dollars would change his life, and provide him with shelter, would you give him five dollars?” he asked.
    I turned to face him. “Sure, but it’s only five bucks. That’s different.”
    He grinned and nodded his head once. “Well, to me, that car cost about five dollars.”
    “Sorry, Wilson, they left the window sticker on the window. It was eighty fucking grand,” I said.
    “Eighty grand to you and eighty grand to me are two totally different amounts. On a good day, I may make eighty thousand dollars in a matter of minutes. I gave you the car because I could. It’s a gift, and it’s rude to return gifts. So, keep it, enjoy it, and when you drive it, remember our first meeting under the awning at the store,” he said.
    The car came to a stop. He shifted into park and pushed the button on the dash, stopping the engine. Sitting in his seat with a grin he couldn’t wash from his face, his eyes fell to my lap, down the length of my legs, and slowly shifted up along my body until they met mine. Slightly frustrated at his insistence about keeping the car, but coming up with very little ammunition to fight him with, I finally chose to lash out at him in another manner.
    I shrugged my shoulders and narrowed my eyes. “What are you staring at?” 
    “The most beautiful woman in the world,” he responded as he reached for the door handle.
    It’s really hard to be a bitch when you say things like that.
    He stepped out of the car, nonchalantly walked to the other side, opened my door, and held it. As he reached toward me with his free hand, I stared at it for a moment, uncertain of what he was doing. After a short pause and a little confusion, I came to the realization he was simply offering to help me from the car. I reached for his hand and carefully got out, now well aware that spending time with Wilson was going to be totally different than what I was accustomed to.
    Differences I would have never guessed I could accept.
    But for some reason I was enjoying them immensely.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    WILSON
    I had been taught it was rude to stare, but not staring at Stevie was close to impossible. Having never been in the presence of a woman who was as interesting as she was gave me many reasons to pay close