He got in the passenger seat of a red convertible being driven by the girl. Her hair was blond and loose. Unwashed. She was wearing teardrop sunglasses although it was night. The city streets they drove through were foreign to him.

"I think I'm addicted to you," he said, coming closer to her, practically nibbling on her ear.

She laughed and threw her head back which caused him to straighten himself up a bit.