We can head to the beach...

"The beach?" Anna asks. She looks over to you with a suspicious gaze.

"The beach is crawling with people," you reply. "I've heard that the best place to hide in is a crowd."

"Where'd you hear that?" she asks. You mumble something under your breath as Anna begins driving down the street. "What?"

"I heard it in some movie a couple of years ago. Left here," you tell her pointing down the road. Anna smiles as she makes the turn. You look over to her, wondering about her reaction, and once again, you feel your gaze irresistably drawn to her massive tits. Anna doesn't seem to notice, though you can tell that she is nervous.

"Are you sure about the beach? What if the car is reported stolen?" You think for a moment and then nod, having come up with what sounds like a brilliant response (at least to you).

"The cops won't think to look at the beach for a stolen car. If they're up there at all, then they won't be looking for a car; they'll be looking for underage drinking and illegal ****." Anna seems to accept this, and continues driving, taking direction. She is unsure of the direction, and so keeps her eyes on the road, rarely looking at you.

This allows you to absorb the luscious curves of your new secret agent friend with relative impunity. You do keep half an eye on the road, muttering directions as Anna continues to make the turns and keeps the car at a very inconspicuous speed.

You arrive at the beach under the strange glow of sodium lights, casting an interesting red/orange glow on the entire area. There are nearly a hundred cars in the parking lot, and many of them are as generic as the one Anna decided to steal. She pulls into an empty spot and turns to you.

"Good idea. This place seems packed. Did that movie of yours have any other good advice?"