She got into the driver’s side, and her devious mind came into play. She wasn't a cry baby. She wasn't some pawn in his game. So, she engaged the passenger side lock as she swiftly closed the driver’s side door, locking it. Hands shaking, she watched as he passed her a confused look. Revving up the engine, that confusion turned to anger. He slammed both his hands against her window, eyes glaring. She flicked up her middle finger, and then kissed the glass where his hands were. The rain pounded against him, but she didn't give in.
She looked away, concentrating on driving. He walked along with the car as she gathered speed, as if he dared her to drive off. She considered the bet taken. She would drive away. Leaving the parking lot, she looked back briefly to see him standing where the car
