In no time, Fee was peeling out of her spot, the lot, driving too fast and too hard, barely glancing back before they were on their way to the PCH and to Trader Joe's. Her heart was racing, even though it was just the concierge (probably), and they'd been in no real danger (probably). There was something about mischief that got her engine revved, and that had been nothing if not mischief. That they'd gotten off seemingly Scot-free just made it all the sweeter. She rolled down her window and laughed as the wind whipped at her hair, and she reached for his thigh and gave it a sharp little squeeze.
"That was awesome!" she declared, then laughed again like a delighted child. "If he was following, he missed us by a mile - I don't think he even made it to the door before we were out of the lot."
As they raced down the highway, she reached over him into the glove box, retrieving the face plate of her stereo. "I doubt we're going to get in trouble, but I wanna know what the hell all that shit was. I mean, obvs its from the apartments, and I recognized some of that stuff -- I wasn't here long when a bunch of people just seemed to kinda... disappear, I guess, but I didn't think much of it. I can hardly remember them now... which is weird. Usually I have a pretty good memory."
She hmmed, and pressed a few buttons, and LeTigre came blasting out of the speakers.
"So what do you think? Pax is kinda weird, right?" she asked as she zigged and zagged in and out of traffic.