Time After Time (One on One) {OPEN}

He watched her, nodding absently.

"And," She continued, "Even if they didn't, we'd have to be pretty far away from them, which would abandon Kathleen and all the other stuff. So I have no idea where I'm going."

"Shit…" He muttered.

"Yeah." She huffed a little, brown eyes flickering over to him. "Any ideas from you?"

"…No…" He admitted.

Lulu eased into a slower, highway pace, fitting in with all the other cars and rolling up the windows. There was a bit of a traffic jam up ahead, so she looked over to him with a raised eyebrow. "None at all?"

"I mean, nothing that would actually work." He said. "We can't throw anything ourselves, we can't try to loose 'em, and anything else is just straight up crazy."

"What's your idea of anything else?" Lulu asked, a little intrigued. "At this point I consider myself pretty familiar with crazy."

"You know the ending of Grease? Anything from a James Bond movie? Crime thriller cliches? Yeah, that."

"I'm not exploding my jeep as they drive into it," She mumbled with a small smile.

"I figured." He said, nodding.

"We could…we could stop somewhere public. You hungry?" She asked him, switching lanes.

"Yeah, but I don't have much money." He said. "Why?"

"We could get drive-thru and eat in the parking lot," She suggested, looking over to him as he took an exit. "Stall time, maybe."

"I mean, I'm always down for food." He said.

Lulu laughed a bit, turning into a fast food restaurant. "Cool. Alright, what do you want?"

"May I please get a milkshake?" He asked, a bit childishly.

"Duh. I dig milkshakes," Lulu muttered with a grin, ordering the same for both of them before driving towards the window.

"Thank you!" He said, grinning.

"It's nothing. I have money, and milkshakes are cool," She told him with a smile, leaning back in the chair. He was kind of cute when he smiled.

Eric smiled. "I mean, you have a point."

"I always do," She said, taking the milkshakes from the window and handing one to him before driving carefully into a parking space.

Eric took a sip, humming.

Lulu stuck her straw in the lid rather violently, rolling up her window and turning off the car before taking a small sip.

"Think they'll give up this chase after a while?" He asked.

"I don't know," She told him honestly, looking sincerely at him with what might have been even a little worry in her eyes. "I hate them so much."

"So do I." He said. "But they still might kill us."

"I know they will. I know that!" She almost yelled, looking down before glancing apologetically up to him again. "Sorry. I…I don't know what to do."

"Hey, hey, it's fine." He said gently. "I don't know either."

"We're hopeless, though," She said rather loudly, almost like she might yell again. "There's nothing we can do. Not without leaving something behind."