Oz didn’t know why he stopped. He knew better than most that just because a woman was petite didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. Still, Mother Nature was pitching a bitch fit and he couldn’t see letting her walk to wherever she was going. He could, after all, defend himself.
He pulled over and he wasn’t surprised, just disappointed, when a gun was pointed at him as soon as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“Out of the van,” she demanded, some kind of accent coloring her voice.
He raised an eyebrow but stepped out into the rain, tucking his hands into his pockets as she climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the van and expertly maneuvering it from the side of the road to the lane that was heading in the opposite direction he’d been headed.
Then, right on time, his baby died. He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he sauntered up to the driver’s side. He winced as he saw her fist bang off the dash. Dennis wasn’t going to like that. Her fist came down again and she yelped, jerking back as she got a little jolt to the system.
He knocked on the window and he was unsurprised to see a gun come up to point at his head. She studied him for a moment before rolling down the window.
“Need me to take you somewhere?” he asked sedately. Her answer depended on how desperate she was.
“What if I’m not going your way?” she asked cautiously.
He shrugged. “Got a thing I need to be at in San Francisco tomorrow but after that, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“Why would you do that when I tried to steal your van?” she asked warily.
“Because you didn’t shoot me and you could have,” he answered honestly and saw that she was truly baffled. “And you need my help.”
She scowled but slowly slid into the passenger seat. He didn’t ask her to put away the gun or to trust him because he wasn’t stupid. He just climbed in, reached behind his seat for a towel, and mopped the rain out of his hair before tossing it back behind him.
She watched as he patted the dash and said, “Alright, Dennis,” and gently turned the key in the ignition. The van came to life with a gentle rumble and he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked thoroughly disgruntled.
He bit back a smile and said, “Where to?”
"That way," she said, pointing with her gun.
He nodded sedately. "You can call me Oz," he said as he pulled in the direction she indicated.
She paused a few moments, then said, "Aisha."
Oz let silence roil around them, following her careful directions. He was good at being quieter than anyone else in the room. Aisha seemed comfortable, too, so they just rode in silence.