"Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Huh? I don't suppose so? I've never seen you before?"

"Because your pretty eyes are telling me everything~"

"Flirting like that will not get you anywhere, Miss."

"Then why did you stop? Or am I too irresistible to move past?~"

"Because you seemed to be in need of help with your thumb raised high, so I happened to see you stroll by."

"Oh, did you now? Well, you have a nice car."

"I figured you don't have one?"

"I don't. I can't focus on the road much less drive."

"Ah, well, I'd be obligated to give you a ride then?"

"Naturally. Is my leg payment enough or...?"

"Your leg?? What am I even suppose to do with that?"

"These thighs aren't here for nothing. They pay off my rides."

"I don't see a use for thighs here."

"They are a nice book to read."

"Your leg is a book?"

"Yes, because you look at it. It's quite the sight to see."

"Uhm. Driving while reading isn't ideal— Anyway, no payment or... bodily payments are necessary. I can drive you for free."

"Really?"

"I already said I'd give you a ride, now are you getting in or not?"

The woman was astounded by the other woman. She held on tight to the top of the car door since the windows were rolled down, she was easily fisting a grip onto the medal. It was obvious she was not used to this sort of response.

She spoke no more, she used her free left hand to push the opening handle of the car. The other woman waited patiently, however, her wiggling leg said otherwise. Her features immensely matched her tone of personality, she was crossing her arms firmly under her outwards chest, her highlighted black hair is falling to the bump of her nape from being tied into a high ponytail, she assumed to be hard working judged by the vested suit and tie she portrayed outstandingly.

Based on looks alone, the black-haired woman was the complete opposite of her.

"Well, that was easier said then done. It's a natural born talent," the woman settled her lower half onto the seat, closing the car door afterwards. After she clicked her seatbelt diagonally across her torso, the other woman analyzed her features.

The woman's appearance was rushed as if she had no earthly idea on what she wanted to wear, the revealing red dress uncovered that thought since it was wrinkled at the tips of her lining, her blonde hair was strangely dyed red in the parting of her scalp and the back of her hair is wrapped into a messy bun.

Based on looks alone, the blonde-haired woman was the complete opposite of her.

"It's a natural born talent to get 'kidnapped' by strangers?" The black-haired woman shook her head, unfolding her arms away from her so she could grip her hands onto her steering wheel. "Oh no, it's a natural talent to ask you out. Would you like to catch a drink?" The blonde continues to instigate her flirtatious intentions upon the woman, she must not understand when to quit and when not to. The black-haired woman fell concerned after she told her this wouldn't get her anywhere, but she was deciding against it on account of the woman's features and actions telling her she said these exact words before.

"If you want drinks then that's on your money, but the ride is still on me."

"Fine then. How about me, you, and my money?~"

"So, you'll pay the tab?"

"Only for you~"

The black-haired woman sighed in defeat. She was not going to give into the charade, but the offer of a free drink sounded compelling to her. It could be the thought of seeing the woman rejected would affect her own feelings or... she sees another light in the situation. Maybe... she could turn this woman's life around simply by accepting the offer and finding a better place for her.

"Alright then, why not? Free drinks sound nice."

The blonde smiled at her successful persuasion against the other female. "You owe me a kiss afterwards. Soft drinks need a side of extra softness~"

"Excuse me?" The black-haired gave in to a simple drink with the woman, but she was not easily persuaded by sudden intimacy. She prefers to take things slow rather than kissing someone she met for five minutes. "That is not part of the deal."

"What's your point?"

"I drive you, you pay. That's my point."

"You're not giving in?"

"No. Things are moving a little too fast here. That is not my style at all."

"I'm confused by that..." the blonde stopped any movement of her body to send all of her motions towards tilting her head.

"I'm not interested in kissing you because I've just met you on the side of the road. How is that confusing?"

"I'm... used to people giving in."

The black-haired female fell silent. Her theory was correct, the other female has been in this situation before. "Well... I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not."

"So... you're only in it for the drinks and nothing else?"

"Yes. Why on earth would I do anything else besides that!?"

"Forcing me into touching you?"

"Of course not! It's called human decency if you ever heard of it. Apparently, some people seem to lack it."

"Yeah... usually, this never happens before."

"Consider it the first then," the black-haired felt goosebumps rise up from either side of her arms, the conversation steadily became unnerving to her system. The per mention of harm this woman must of gone through left an extremely bad taste in her mouth. It was entirely considered to help her; she needed to help her.

"Are you actually being serious!? Really??" The blonde is in shock, a feeling she hasn't felt in a long time. She seemed unaware of the good people in this world. She is used to seeing the bad outweighing the good, however, the female next to her shined a bright light within her. Maybe there are nicer people than she thought?

"Yes, yes. It's got to happen at some point and that point is now."

The blonde's eyes softened so much you could notice a gentle touch to her eyeballs. It struck her body like lightening. Her theory was correct, the other female was a good soul. "Th...ank you, Miss..."

"It's no problem. Are you ready for me to start driving? If we're going for a drink then we need the car to get going first."

"...Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready..."

The black-haired noticed the sudden change of mood in the blonde, her features loosened their grip against her face and she was much more quiet once she shifted gears into the car. Hopefully, she caused a different impression on the woman, she wanted her to know she was nothing like the people of her past.

The air between the two women has been silent before the blonde female began to speak again. "Uh... by the way... I didn't catch your name?"

The black-haired female kept her gaze on the road, but she was still able to answer her without looking at her. "I'd rather not say until after the exchange of drinks. Though, I'd like to hear yours if you aren't thinking the same."

"Right. A take-things-slow type of gal. That's... fine. My name is Professor Sexy."

"... I don't believe that for a second. If that's actually your name, all I have to ask is... how the heck did you spend your life stuck with that?"

"Oh, I was kidding. I prefer to be called Sara, but my full name is Sara Haywood."

"That's a nice name, however, don't go around telling strangers your last name until you know them more."

"Really? I usually tell people right when I meet them."

"Shouldn't you at least know their origins before exchanging personal information?"

Sara shrugged her shoulders at that response. She was unfazed by the mention of introductions since she's never thought about it. "I don't know. I've been like this my whole life."

Her whole life? The black-haired woman gripped tighter around the steering wheel while thinking to herself. This woman wasn't just a victim as an adult, but she was also a victim at a young age. No wonder she behaves the way she does.

"Actually..." the black-haired woman trailed her words as smoothly as her tires rolling against the road. "I change my mind. I think we should forget about the drinks and I should just take you home?"

"W-What? I thought you already agreed to it?" This was the first time Sara had stuttered, leaving the other woman in a state of nervousness. The pain in her voice was something she tried avoiding, she hated hurting people. Regardless though, taking Sara home could potentially lead her in a different path if she gave the woman guidance on how to do so.

"I did... but I think it would be best if I took you home, so you can reflect on the advice I've given you."

"..."

"Sara? What is it?" The black-haired woman's heart pounded faster caused from her nervous build up. She didn't like the sound of silence like this, and the look on the blonde's face was not helping in the slightest.

"Sara?"

"I... I... don't have a home..."

AN: Welp. That was my first chapter of my first original book on Wattpad, meaning, this is the first story where I didn't use characters from other fandoms. I'm sure there will be references to things, but other than that these characters will be original. If you made it this far thank you for reading and if you're interested to read more, then I'll see you in the next chapter! Byee! 🐢