One Mistake is all it Took

Silent Car rides

I get into the car where I find freezing seats. Leather. Of course. And it's almost spring. These seats shouldn't be cold. He closes my door for me and I smile and nod as to say thank you. He gets in the driver seat and starts up the car. The engine purrs and the car backs up leaving the driveway.
"Where do you live?" He asks glancing over at me every chance he gets.
"Keep your eyes on the road." I say still facing the window.
"Feisty. Where do you live again?" He asks.
"Rain Road." I reply quietly. I'm pretty sure I mumbled but he heard me anyway.
"So. How old are you?" He asks. I decide not to reply. Especially after he called me feisty. I'm not feisty. "Okay then don't reply." He shakes his head and lets out a loud sigh.
"Why does it matter? You don't even know me." I say. I guess I'm being a little feisty now.. but that's just because I'm riding in a car with a random dude telling me we slept together last night. I have the right to be feisty.
"It matters because you seem really nice. I want to get to know you." He says. He looks over and gives me a look that nearly makes me melt.
"You wanna get to know me? Why? Because I'm a hot girl you picked up from a bonfire?"
"No. Like I said. I want to get to know you. You seem nice. Being hot is just a plus." I shot him a glare and he immediately blushed. "I'm kidding. Not saying you un-attractive.. but if that's what you want then fine." He says. He joking pokes his nose in the air and puts his hand out. "Talk to the hand!" He yells. I must have let a little giggle escape because he looked at me and blushed as he flashed a really hot smile..
"See? I might be good for you. You couldn't even smile at me. Then I made you laugh. See how good I am?" He says.
"That's true. I may need a little laugh now and then." I stutter. "Yeah I stutter. Sometimes. Not too often." I say trying to avoid eye contact. I then look onto my lap where my hands gently lay all my fingers entwined. I notice on my wrist black scraggily writing. A phone number and a name carefully written : Mason (289)-232-9657. "Is this yours?" I say holding it in front of him.. That very second was oh so precious.. Before everything turned for the worst.