The Halitosis Car
Steve took the last bite of his onion rings then tossed the empty take-out container into the backseat. He shifted closer to Jane, as much as he could with the gears between them. “Did you enjoy dinner?”
She smiled up at him through her bangs. “It was nice.”
“The next part’s even better.” Steve leaned in for the kiss.
Just before his lips could touch hers, Jane pulled back. “Ugh.”
Jane made a face. “Your breath smells.” She rummaged in her purse for a breath mint and handed it to Steve.
He stared at it for a moment. “I can’t take that.”
“I’m almost on E.” He waved at the fuel gauge. “Or don’t you want to go home?”
Jane crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her body as far away from Steve as she could. “No breath mint, no kiss.”
Steve groaned and hit his head on the steering wheel. “Women. They just don’t understand cars. Fine. I’ll take you home.” He turned on the car and leaned towards the center of the dashboard. A small vent sat there. Steve breathed heavily into it a few times. The fuel gauge hopped off empty.
As Steve pulled out onto the road, he slipped the breath mint into his pocket. He could eat it at Jane’s house. He’d be stuck there all night, but he could think of worse things.