A Ride

"My name's Dean, by the way." After about ten minutes of driving with awkward silence, he finally broke it. Kara remained with her arms folded over her breasts, looking off into the distance. "Kara." She mumbled.

"So, Kara, how'd you end up here? And where exactly are you going, cause I'm kinda just driving aimlessly here." She simply shrugged, still not making eye contact. "I don't have anything anymore. My life got stolen from me. I guess I'll go wherever you go." Dean let out a slight smirk. "Sounds cool."

After another fifteen minutes of driving, the car pulled to a halt, stuck behind a line of cars. There was a massive traffic jam, not a single car moving for miles. The driver beside their car looked over, and quickly pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of Kara. She jerked her head over, glaring at him with contempt. "Don't worry," Dean said, "they're harmless." More and more drivers nearby took notice of Kara's state, and began taking photos, attempting to catch her with her hands down. The barrage of flashes and clicks was getting to her. She turned to Dean, her face beet red at this point. "Do you have nothing I can cover up with here?" He shook his head. "Nope, nothing but the clothes on my back." She stared at him. "Give it." "What? No way, I'm not giving you my clothes!"

"Just the shirt," she pleaded, "all I need. What, are you embarrassed?" Dean sighed in defeat, slipping off the plain black t shirt he was wearing. His torso was well built, not quite a supermodel, bit it was clear he took care of his body. Kara let her eyes wander around his abs as she slipped on the t shirt. It was definitely a size or two too big, but she would take it at this point.

Finally, traffic started moving, and Dean managed to get out at the nearest exit. "Where are we going?" Kara inquired. "Hotel, we're gonna shack up for the day." He said as he pulled into a parking spot. "Wait, we?" "Yeah, we. You said you'd just go where I go, right?"

She sighed. "Yeah. Right."