Dare to Love

A series of frustrating events

You're on edge, nervous that you'll be late for that interview.

Its an interview for the Truman Show Competition, where the winner earns a million dollars in prize money

BEEP BEEP

A large wave of car horn beeps gets on your nerves.

Ray: What now?

You crane your neck to try and see what's causing the slowdown.

Ray: God damn it! It's been like this for the last two miles!

(It's as if there's a traffic god up there looking down on me saying, "More stoplights! More taxis! More people who have all the time in the world! More everything! Make Ray late!")

(Oh God, there's less than fifteen minutes before my appointment. I have to make it to the studio before somebody decides that I am a no-show.)

A shiny, silver-blue Cadillac pulls up beside you and you notice it immediately. After all, it's not every day you see such a classy car in these streets.

(Wow, that car sure is sexy. I am sure the owner must get a lot of attention just by driving it.)

(I wonder what the driver looks like... It's probably an old guy who is bald)

Not wanting to get caught prying, you venture a glance through the corner of your vision

(Fuck me you have got be kidding)

Instead of the old, balding man, you had imagined in your head, seated in the driver's seat is a young guy who can't be much older than yourself, with a chiseled face and perfect features to match.

(I have never been so wrong my entire life. That guy's an absolute bombshell!)

Your heart swoons as he combs his hand through his air and jumps up your throat when he slowly turns your way and looks at you.

Not knowing what to do, you freeze up. His gaze puts you into a melodic trance before you recall that your windows are heavily tinted.

(Right, he can't see me that makes sense. There's no way a man like him would ever notice a girl like me. Besides, I have no time for such nonsense. I need to get to that interview in time.)

Finally, the automobiles start moving, you step on the gas, but the engine of your car sputters and the faint hum of its running disappears altogether.

Ray: Are you kidding me?

You slam your fists on the wheel before trying to reignite the engine. It takes three tries, but your car eventually starts up again.

Just as your car begins to move, the Cadillac suddenly gets in your lane, causing you to slam on the brakes.

Ray: For fucks sake!

You watch as the Caddy speeds away in a blink of an eye, but not before the driver turns and flashes you a smirk.

You catch a clearer glimpse of the man behind the wheel and feel your heart skip a beat.

(Wow, he is insanely hot. Loot at his hair, and that face...it must belong to a Greek God!)

The traffic speeds up again, and the rest of your ride is smooth. You glance at the clock.

There are less than two minutes left, but you are almost there. Almost.

Ray: Finally