Steve bought his car on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. It was a small sedan, used, with air conditioning and power windows but no other fancy additions. A functional vehicle, useful for Steve’s purposes, but nothing beyond getting him from A to B.
On his second date with Tia, three years later, she asked him, “What’s your car’s name?”
“What’s that?” Steve said, holding the passenger door for her. She sat and he closed it, then got in the driver’s side.
“I said, what’s your car’s name?”
“Uhh,” Steve said, starting the car. “I don’t know, I didn’t really think of naming it.”
“Your car doesn’t have a name?” Tia said, looking affronted. “How can you not name it? It’s essential. You totally have to name your car.”
“I dunno, it’s not something I ever thought of, I guess.”
“How about Leroy? No, that’s no good, it’s not a Leroy. Fergus? Kennedy? I like that one. How about Kennedy?”
“Uh, sure, I guess,” Steve said.
“Well, that’s no way to respond! You’re supposed to be excited about the name. Hmm, do you want a boy or a girl?”
“It’s just a car, I dunno. Girl.”
“I see what it is, cuz you’re always getting in her.” She laughed the manic laugh of someone who can’t read others. “How about Jennifer? No, I knew a Jennifer once, I didn’t like her. Kyla? Elaine? Or maybe something slutty, like Candy or Destiny?”
“How about ‘Greeny’,” Steve said.
“Ew. That’s just a colour.”
“I know, but it suits, right?”
“I know what you want. You want Tia. You want to call her after me, take us both for a ride, right?”
Steve shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but not wanting to blow this. The only other date he had been on in the past year had been a disaster, and finding someone to take on a second date, and who would agree to one, was hard enough. He sighed inwardly and smiled outwardly, adopting the part.
“Yeah, Tia’s good. I like it. She’s a great ride, I could take her out all night.”
Tia giggled, then swatted his arm. “Well, we’ll just see about that.” She continued laughing, looking back and forth between the road and Steve.