She kept driving while Beyoncé was blasting on the radio and we were singing to the top of our lungs. Until we felt something was wrong with the car.
“What happened?” I asked while looking at her. The car was jumping and slowing down the speed with each second that passed.
“I think we got a flat tire” she answered in shock. “Do you know how to change it?”
I nodded a no. “Do you?”
She replied with the same I did while huffing air.
“I’ve always been surrounded by guys, they never thought I would need that” she added in resignation.
As the car broke down in the middle of the road, there were no cars coming this way. It was too late for people to get to work or school, and too early for people who actually drive within working hours.
I tried to call James but there was no service.
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