Taking a breathe he knocked on the door, running quickly through the things he needed to say, the arguments he might have to use. Asking for the car, for anything but work or practice was something that hadn’t happened often. He didn’t do a whole lot of dating, and the rest of his friends had cars of their own, so if they hung out, they drove. Asking for anything was terrifying in it’s own way. Deep rooted conditioning told him that he should wait until something is offered rather than ask. This was the wrong context for that, but he instinctively hesitated.
“Can I use the car to go see a movie?” he said after the cursory greetings. Flinching slightly as he registered vague surprise in his father’s eyes.
“Can’t one of your friends drive?” he quickly responded, that he wasn’t going with his friends.
“You’re going to the movies alone” his father asked, now teasing.
“With a girl, dad.”
“Yeah sure, be back by 1:30”
“OK... wait what?”
“You can go, with a girl to a movie in MY car, just be back by 1:30.”
He stood there staring for a moment, suspicious. Thought about asking why that had been so easy, while it had taken weeks of arguing to be allowed to drive with more than one person in the car. Then thought better of it. He didn’t think the idea that a beautiful girl would be far more distracting than a couple friends, to occur to his father. He ran grabbed the keys, and left.
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