The Next Day

It didn't take long to get to the parking garage at work where my car was parked.
I slid into the driver side seat, put the key into the ignition, turned it, and the car started up perfectly. Carly looked at me with some suspicion in her face.
"What?"
"Is there something you need to share with me?" There wasn't any play in eyes or at the corners of her mouth. This was a serious question.
"I swear Carly the car would not start yesterday. I promise. Look at me Carly. Last night was a complete shoot from the hip. I had planned to go the coffee shop in one of the hotels downtown and then go to an art gallery. Why would I lie to you? The events of last night had never entered my mind."
"Brian, get out of the car. Look at me. Tell me that you didn't plan this."
"Would it change anything? Carly, cross my heart I did not plan anything that took place last night."
"Okay Santa Fe, I believe you. You fixed your car in record time. Again, I am impressed."
"I had better stop that. You'll be expecting me to impress you all of the time." I replied with a touch of worry. "I think you said something about brunch or lunch?"
"It's only 10:30."
"I believe that 10:30 is a perfect time for brunch. Please don't make it McDonald's I would vomit in your lap."
"First, Miss Carly lets take your car back to your place, and we can take mine."
"Actually, this is my date, we'll take your car back to my place and I'll drive."
"Fair enough." I wonder if I realized what a pistol my fiance was. Between you and me I kind-a-like it.