Call the garage.

You pull out the phonebook from the nightstand drawer and look up the phone number for one of the only two garages in town. You dial the number and hope Jack the mechanic doesn't answer.

"Jack's Garage. Val speaking," a female voice says on the other end.

"Hi Val, this is John Doe," you reply.

"Oh hi, Mr. Doe," Val says cheerfully.

"Just call me John," you tell her. In fact, you hope she'll be screaming your name later tonight.

"If you're calling about your car it's still not ready until tomorrow at the earliest," she says.

"Actually Connie told me to call you about getting a ride to her house since I can't drive there," you reply.

"Oh really?" she mumbles. She pauses for a second before saying anything. "Let me help Daddy close up shop and I'll pick you up at the motel."

"I'm at Room 115," you tell her, trying to mask any excitement in your voice.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she whispers. "Bye!"