She kicked her shoes off and pulled her panties down like it was nothing. The passenger seat creaked. Legs up on the dash, wide open — like a goddamn invitation or a dare. Streetlight came through the windshield, cut across her thighs. I lit a cigarette, hands shaking a little. Not from nerves, just the usual. She looked at me like she’d seen worse, and maybe she had. There wasn’t any music playing, just the hum of the engine and whatever was going on in both our heads. I didn’t ask why. She didn’t offer. That’s how these things go. Two animals in a machine, trying to forget they’ve got nowhere to be.