"Shit, sorry," Ellen jumped up, unfolding her arms. Yeah, this wasn't her dad's car. Or, it was, but he didn't know who she was. Didn't know how many times they'd talked, just like this.
"I uh..." She scrubbed both hands through her hair, looking lost for a moment. "See, that's the thing. I kinda...don't know." She tried to laugh it off, grinning coyly at him.
"You know how it is, heavy night, you wake up in a strange motel room, you've still got both your kidneys so you count that as a win..." ...you stand in a parking lot having a conversation with your father, only he's way too young, and you haven't been born yet...same old, same old.