Friday, 8 pm. It was chilly outside. They had been to the movies with their friends and were in the car ready to go home. He, as the gentleman that he was, was going to drive her home.
They had bee a couple for a few days and they were still full of that "new relationship feeling" that excites teens.
As he turned on the engine, she felt the urge to kiss him. She had been wanting to do it for a while, but had not had the guts to do it. So as he turned on the engine she just could not resist it anymore and started to kiss him. It is so romantic, she thought. The engine was still on.
After a few minutes of kissing, he pulled away. She thought that something was wrong. Maybe the police were outside and he had seen them, or maybe he remembered something important that he had forgotten to do. Why interrupt such a romantic moment?
-"What is wrong?" she asked.
-"I have to turn off the car, wouldn't want to waste gas" he said, as he reached for the keys, and turned off the ignition.
She said nothing, but stared at him with piercing eyes as she thought: Did he really just say that?
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