"Man, you not being afraid really is a buzzkill," he agreed, lamenting. Of course he had no intention of killing her, but that didn't mean that he wanted her to assume that he wasn't going to kill her. It was always better to have a few aces up your sleeve.
With a small laugh, an almost shy laugh, Tina raised his eyebrow at her. "Wow, you really give me a lot of depth I don't deserve," he said, half joking. "This must be why you always end up with douchebags. You're seeing stuff that isn't there, and pretty soon people might assume you're schizophrenic. Oh hey, there it is!"
With a sudden jerk of the wheel, the car practically leapt off the road and onto the off ramp, riding smoothly along the curve and pulling into a parking lot just before the ramp merged with the main road of whatever town they'd landed in. The building to which the parking lot belonged, a squat little pink thing with three large bay windows, had Prissy Polly's Bakery painted on the glass of the center window. "C'mon, it's cake time. Maybe we'll find some loser inside and we can hook you up for some birthday nookie."