Short red dress, long auburn hair, tight creamy thighs; she stood out from the rest. He pulled over.
“Chessels, please.” Her voice was soft, careful. She slid inside.
Mirror adjusted, he watched her, red dress riding all the way up.
“I do believe you plan on raping me.”
His body stiffened. “I’m-”
“Except, you will not. You see, if you were like me, you would already know what was soon to occur. And, importantly, who I was.”
A half-formed realisation was blasted from his consciousness. Pink and red painted glass.
A short roll and a sudden stop later, she was gone.