"I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no."
(Rocketman - Taron Egerton)
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Venus' waking subconscious had suggested to her that the events of last night had been some kind of fantastical dream, and when the sun beams streamed in and hit her eyelids, rousing her from sleep, she considered that she would wake up in her dorm room in her normal life, her alarm for classes about to go off at any moment.
Her eyes blinked open sleepily, remnants of the day before's makeup clinging to her lashlines and lips and as she found herself lay on the reclined seat in Optimus' cab, that theory went out of the window - as she glanced out of the tinted windows and slowly sat up.
"Good morning Venus--"
"Holy shit--!" The half asleep girl jumped in her seat in surprise at the sudden baritone voice from the radio, her brain not having been awake enough to remind her to expect that the truck might talk to her.
Said entire truck shuddered with a startled response, almost as if he were startled himself.
"I did not mean to scare you. Do you need me to prevent another panic attack?" He asked quickly and worriedly, seemingly ready to transform there and then to cradle her and apply pressure to her chest like before. She'd explained what had happened regarding her reaction when they first met. Now Optimus seemed to think every time she was startled she'd fall into an incapacitating panic attack.
"No no no don't I'm fine!" Venus yelped quickly with some desperation, suddenly feeling wide awake at the idea of him transforming in possibly plain sight of people.
Speaking of that...
"Wait, where are we anyway? When did we stop?" She queried with a frown, leaning and peering out of the driver's window to find them parked up at a roadside truck stop attached to a gas station.
Venus found herself surprised that he'd known that it was an actual place to stop overnight.
"You were recharging and this seemed an appropriate place to rest for the night." Optimus spoke up as the girl hummed in approval.
"But how did you know it was appropriate?"
"I have been observing since the early hours." Came his simple, in a way almost proud explanation of his knowledge. "Many humans stopped here for resting purposes. And to do something called "take a leak" as I recall."
Venus almost chocked on thin air in surprise at that last part.
Apparently the great Optimus Prime enjoyed people watching. And now knew that humans frequently needed to use the bathroom.
Every little helps with Earth knowledge, the girl considered mentally, but was determined that her escort never use the phrase "take a leak" ever again. It just seemed... wrong coming from him.
Venus decided to take the opportunity to freshen up, wash her face and such. Optimus was quite concerned when his companion shrieked in horror when she caught her reflection in the wing mirror, said something about "horrific bed hair" and then he could only watch before she hurried off to the gas station with her duffle bag in hand.
It was then Optimus learned humans took great pride in their appearance.
Some time later, they were back on the road, she wearing a fresh pair of denim jeans, a pale blue crop top, the ankle boots and crimson red leather jacket from the previous day, her permed hair tamed back to glamorous big curls and makeup wise, winged eyeliner, her 'Venus' necklace secured around her neck and glittery purple lipstick that left Optimus stunned.
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