Kurl grinned broadly as Sarah stepped outside the restaurant. He thumbed the wheel of the Porsche with quick, agitated taps. His impatience was evident. “Well. Guess that’s my cue,” Sarah said to Pam. She waved a hand in Kurl’s direction. She then hugged Pam. “Don’t work too hard tonight. Save some energy for…well…you know who.” She winked at Pam.Pam ducked her head and blushed. She and Patrick really were alike in that respect. “I don’t deserve him.” Sarah smiled. “Yes, you do! I’ll see you later.” She spun to face Kurl. He was busy messing with the Porsche’s radio again. Sarah walked briskly over to the car. She dropped into the passenger seat and shut the door. She did a quick wave to Pam before her friend disappeared back inside the restaurant. After they drove off, Kurl took Sarah for a late night stroll around the downtown beach boardwalk. It was a bit breezy down by the water. Sarah had to briefly tie back her hair with a rubber band. Luckily, it wasn’t cold. Kurl held her hand as they walked side by side under the dim lights along the boardwalk. It was pleasant to listen to the sounds of crashing waves beyond the boardwalk, out in the darkness.Kurl squeezed her hand as they walked. He was busy telling her about one of his new Columbia pals. Apparently Kurl’s new friend had an ex girlfriend who was still in high school. The girl just got caught hooking up with one of her teachers. Kurl said it was an ongoing investigation. But it was going to end badly since the girl wasn’t eighteen. “How dumb can you get?” Kurl said, cracking up. His laughter made Sarah uncomfortable. She didn’t really enjoy listening to such an unfortunate event when she was on a date.She and Kurl were quiet during the drive back to her house. The music was way too loud now to try to talk over it, even if she’d wanted to. When they reached Sarah’s house, and pulled up into the driveway, Kurl kept the car running instead of killing the engine. He turned down the music. “I had fun tonight. How about you?” He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair. Sarah gave him a tight, closed-mouth smile. She pulled her hair loose from its rubber band. “Me, too,” she said. He took her hand in his and kissed it. “I like you, Sarah. Actually, I like you a whole lot.” He looked away from her at the steering wheel. He was silent for a moment. His eyes seemed unfocused and far away. Finally, he looked at her. “I want to see you again.” His stare seemed to bore right through her. Sarah clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “Um…I like you, too, Kurl. But…well…” She looked at him. The eagerness in his eyes was clear. “Okay, sure,” Sarah finally said. “That would be nice.”Kurl grinned. His relief obvious. He leaned forward and kissed her. She felt him wrap his arms around her and pull her close. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Kurl’s hands started to slowly slide up her dress.Sarah turned her face away, and moved Kurl’s hands off her legs. “Too much, too soon, Little Bunny?” Kurl asked, snickering. “You were a lot friendlier in the hot tub.”Sarah gave him another closed-mouth smile. “Only because a handsome guy kept handing me cups of whiskey.””That is true,” Kurl said, laughing. He shrugged. “Well, no big deal. We can start afresh.” He kissed her hand. “Okay. Now get on out of here before your amazing dress blinds me.” He stretched across her and opened her side of the door. “Thanks,” she said, giggling.After she shut the door, Kurl reversed the car back out of her driveway, onto the street. “Sweet dreams!” he called. Then he slammed his foot down on the gas and the Porsche roared away into the night. Sarah shook her head, smiling. She turned and started up the path to her front porch. The house was dark. Her parents were still out. She searched in her clutch for her house keys. She was about to insert them into the door, when they dropped out of her hands. She bent to pick them up.As she did, a light caught her eye. She straightened, squinting. A soft glow could be seen from the narrow street in front of her house. Sarah blinked and the image became clear. It was a purple car. An extremely amazing car. She recalled it had an unusual name. Lamborghini. And she only remembered that because the car she was looking at was glowing in the dark. “I’m a terrible spy,” a voice called.Sarah whirled around. A tall, broad figure emerged out of the darkness. “No decent spy would drive a car that glows in the dark. Ha! I should be shot.” The boy with the beautiful name stepped into the porch light. His gorgeous brown eyes twinkled with a creamy chocolate milk color. “You won’t shoot me, will you, Sarah?” He held up his hands. In one hand he carried an open bottle.Sarah hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. “W-what are you doing here, Bent?”