He shrugged. “Unless you know how to change a tire with psychic powers, we’re stuck.”
I leaned out of the window, looking at the empty road. Not a single other car in sight. Not even a pedestrian I could wave down for help. Just my luck. I slumped back into the seat, rubbing my temples. “How long do you think it’ll take for a tow truck?”
The driver gave me an apologetic smile. “In this area? Could be hours.”
Hours.
Hours stuck in a broken-down car, halfway out of a rich-arrogant-jerk. I was officially living in some sort of sitcom nightmare, except the laugh track was replaced with the sound of my hopes and dreams being slowly crushed.
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Why? Why today? What did I do to deserve this?”
And then it happened.
Ploop.
Something wet landed on my for
