It was bloody freezing out. Checking the dash on your car it read -5°c. The damn heater wasn’t working. Traffic was slow in all the lanes and had come to a halt. You were sleep deprived and you were beginning to feel somewhat pissed off.
Royally.
The people behind you were beeping their horns which only furthered the fury that was building up inside “Beep one more time assholes, I fucking dare you” You muttered, your jaw clenching.
You looked into your rearview mirror to see a short, moustached, grumpy looking old git behind the wheel of his car…
And he was giving you daggers.
So you naturally narrowed your eyes into slits and glared back at him.
Heaven knows why you were both staring eachother down like that when none of this was anyones fault. It’s just a busy road!
The old man knew exactly what you were thinking. The horn beeping had stressed you out and all it would take is just–
BEEEEP
Well what do you know? The old fart did it. He actually went and did it.
And now he’s fucking smiling at you.
Your blood was boiling as you went into a fit of rage.
Undoing your seatbelt, winding down your window and practically climbing out of it to get a good look at him and all the other horn blowers. Your eyes were wide, your nostrils flared. You began shouting and screaming all sorts of profanities.
“What the actual fuck?! I can’t move you assholes! As you can fucking see the traffic has come to a halt!!” You were waving your arms around like madman “So stop beeping your fucking horns!!!”
You then moved your eyes to the old man and curtly stuck your middle finger up at him.
You clumsily got back into your car and began to wind your window up, sighing and feeling a little less stressed now.
“Bad day?” You halted your actions half way as a deep, gruff voice called out in the distance and you saw a big burly man sat in the lane next to you, his tattoo’d arm leaning out from the window of another drivers car. You couldn’t see the driver but you could see him. He had what appeared to be a long scar over his left eye. His hues were a beautiful amber and long brown hair that was shaved at the sides. And of course a smile to die for.
“You could say that” You gripped your hands on the steering wheel and looked forward, feeling utterly embarrassed that you had just done that in front of a ridiculously hot, strapping guy.
“I think you handled that quite well” He said in amused tone.
“I handled it terribly. Most people would just let it go over their head. But me? No. I have to go on a tangem and make a complete arse of myself” You rested your head on the steering wheel and made a whining sound.
“You got guts! I would never have done that!” The traffic slowly started moving forward.
You wanted nothing more than to get out of his line of sight, to hide your face. But alas it had stopped again and he was looking straight at you in the next lane.
You kept yourself busy trying to not look in his direction. You opened the glove compartment and pulled out some fingerless winter gloves. It would of made more sense to finish winding up your window but you felt that your conversation with him wasn’t over. Or at least you didn’t want it to be.
“You cold?” He asked as you slid them over your fingers. The silky feeling warming your palms up.
“Ummm yeah…the heaters not working” You turned the dial again just to double check and looked at him and shrugged when nothing happened.
“Hang on–” He suddenly opened the car door and hopped out.
You figured he was buff by just seeing the top half of him sat in the car, but you didn’t think he would be that buff…
And tall.
He walked right out in front of the traffic, not caring that it might suddenly start moving. You sat opened mouthed as he walked past your wind screen and round to your passenger door. He opened it and quite happily plonked his bum down, pulling the door shut.
You didn’t know what to say or do, you just sat there and stared at him with confusion strewn across your face.
“Lets try this” He started pressing buttons and turning dials, not that it was doing any good.
You began to wonder if he actually had a clue what he was doing.
But something magical happened…
Heat started coming out of the fans. You could feel the warmth quickly flowing into the car and it was bliss “Oh my god, thank you so much! How did you do that?”
“Oh…uhhh…I actually don’t know” He let out a soft chuckle “In fact I know nothing about cars, just thought I’d chance it”
You found yourself smiling at his charm “Well, thank you Sir, you’ve pretty much saved my–”
BEEEEP
“Forfuckssake! Again! Im gunna end that old fart!” You shouted looking back at him. He was throwing his arms up in the air.
“Ummm Miss?” You looked at the man who had a huge grin on his face “The traffics moving”
You looked out the window to realise you had been holding the lane up. For how long you didn’t know because the car in front of you was pretty much out of sight “Oh shit” You lifted the clutch and started driving forward.
You were happily cruising along, no traffic building up, just a nice flow. Taking in the scenic view and feeling somewhat de-stressed.
And then it hit you.
He was still in the car.
You suddenly slammed on the break causing you both to jolt forward “Crap! ” You snapped your head in his direction “Look im gunna be one hundred percent honest with you…I completely forgot you were there”
“Gladio”
“What?” You asked looking in the lane for the car he was originally meant to be in.
“My name. Whats yours?”
You stopped for a second and turned to look at his perfect features, even his scar did him justice “(y/n). My name’s (y/n)”
He smiled and turned to put the seat belt on “I’ll tell you what (y/n). As a favour for me fixing your car and the fact that you just out right kidnapped me why don’t you let me buy you dinner?”
Not only had he got in your car without your permission, he had now put the seatbelt on and made himself comfortable, demanding you go to dinner with him. Smug bast– “Okay”
Of course. How could you refuse dinner with a hunk…
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 