She was in the zone. Hadn’t seen a cop in an hour at least and doing 97, music blaring fit to burst out of the speakers, and the windows down just enough to wipe her hair in all directions and give her that elusive sense of flight that extreme sports fanatics were constantly chasing. She wasn’t sure, yet, where she was going to end up. Her first instinct had been California, and that was exactly why she’d driven in the opposite direction. California was too obvious. LA too close. No, she needed to head East. Maybe swing through Texas. She did look fucking adorable in a cowboy hat, but the red states were traditionally not very welcoming to her. Short stop then. Louisiana? She hadn’t been to New Orleans in years. Yeah, she couldn’t definitely do some Mardis Gras. Her fingers inched towards a crushed pack of cigarettes in the cup holder, wondering if the wind was enough to put it out if she lit up, when a voice spoke almost directly into her ear.
She screamed, and very nearly died. Both hands flew to the wheel, yanking in panic and causing the car to immediately swerve to the side. At that speed, there was no way she could hope to control that much metal flying down the road. She was done for. It was over. Goodbye Cruel world.
About thirty seconds of solid screaming and panic flew by in what might have been an hour to her adrenalynn pumped mind before she opened her eyes to figure out just why she hadn’t died yet. A single hand was clamped firmly on the wheel, holding it steady, and it certainly didn't’ belong to her. Pummelling her brain into working order she tried to focus. Though she no longer had her foot on the gas, she certainly hadn’t thought to apply the brakes. They were losing speed, but still going far too fast for her comfort. Taking deep breaths that shuddered on the way out despite her best efforts to control them, Ricky latched both hands back onto the wheel and got her feet back in the game, slowing them down to a reasonable speed. But the man didn't let go. Finally, her nerve frayed, with no other choice, she looked at him.
Of course it would be his car. Naturally.
“What the FUCK are you doing here?” she shouted directly in his face.