Richard was going to say something about the fickle nature of a woman who first offered him a working car and then dialed it back all the way to a burger, but the tow truck's arrival cut him off. As Vanessa stalked away to deal with her car, Richard shook his head in wonder. What the hell was he getting himself into?
Dealing with the tow truck was the work of a few minutes. There was nothing in his truck other than the remains of a few quick road meals that he hadn't cleaned up yet, so it was really just a matter of talking to the driver of the tow. He got the name and info of the lot that he was being hauled to and dismissed the driver out of hand. Continuing the conversation was no longer important. It probably seemed more than a little rude, but Richard couldn't quite bring himself to care.
By the time he turned back, Vanessa was already throwing her clothes into the trunk of her car. She was probably just lucky that the trunk still opened, he thought. The dress was nice, though, and it complemented her new haircut. He stroked his beard (Why did he have a beard? He HATED beards.) and considered the list of restaurants he knew in town. A burger was definitely not going to cut it.
That was his thought as he strode back across the street to her. "Maybe we should drop this" here he motioned at the car itself, "back at the Pax and take a taxi," he said, meeting her eyes. "You may have a bent axle. There's no point in having two near-death experiences in one night."