The Shield

The platinum vehicle shielded from stranger’s inspections and protected vulnerabilities, those pertaining to appearance. The wait prolonged comfort conceived in the stuffy compact before entering the thriving venue.  Digits on the clock slowly changed forward and back, and droplets of perspiration gathered around the hairline. A whole five minutes, elapsed, a friend unaccounted for.

Baby you can drive my car…

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