"So, what brings you to Arizona?" Nicolette asked, changing subjects quickly as the duo walked to the edge of the park. Remington inhaled sharply and silently as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, quickly thinking of something- anything- to say. "Uh, work I guess you could say." He answered. Nicolette looked up at him, expecting him to elaborate but the man stayed steadfastly tight lipped.

"No follow up to that?" She pestered. Remington shrugged and stared off to space as he walked autonomously. "Apparently not." He replied with a smirk. "What about you? Why are you in Arizona?" He asked in return. Nicolette looked at him with such bewilderment as she sassily replied, "I live here."

Remington blinked and sighed in disappointment with himself. "Naturally, I mean. You're here aren't you?" He laughed weakly at himself. "I must've left my brain elsewhere." Nicolette giggled at his remark, shaking her head. "Well, then I'll keep an eye out for it! Shotgun or driver?" She asked as they approached her car. Remington looked at her in surprise, but she just looked at him like she was expecting an answer.

"This is.... your... car." He said hesitantly. Nicolette nodded slowly, "Yeah. I know. Shotgun or driver?" Remington stuttered a little, "Uh, shot-shotgun I guess?" He was stunned about this woman in front f him. For all she knew, he was a serial killer or something, and she was offering him a dinner at her place, and the keys to her car.

Is she stupid or something?

Nicolette slid into the drivers seat and started the car reluctantly. She hated driving, never felt comfortable with it, but she still got her license because of the freedom. It wasn't like she was a terrible driver, she was pretty average and law abiding if not overly cautious, but she was always tense and stressed at the wheel. Nicolette could tell she had shaken Remington with her openness, but she honestly didn't care.

"Any music preferences?" She asked nicely as she reversed from her parking spot. Remington looked out the windshield with wide eyes of contemplation. "Uh, fuck. Anything I guess." He shrugged, wondering why on earth he got into the car with this chick he just met. She could be a murderess! "Ukulele screamo rap it is." Nicolette shrugged, pressing a button on her steering wheel to make the CD she already had in play.

Remington looked at her with confusion as she grinned like a lunatic. "Ukulele screamo- ohhhh." The familiar sounds of twenty one pilots filled the tense air. "Oh! I love this band!" Remington said with a smile, laughing as the description resurfaced in his head. "Really? Me too!" Nicolette laughed, bobbing her head to the beat of Ode to Sleep. Remington watched from the corner of his eye as she lip synced every word with practiced ease. He admired the glimmer of happiness in her eyes.

"Ever seen them live?" Remington asked, noticing how tense the raven haired woman's shoulders were. Her knuckles were white as she steered a left turn. Nicolette shook her head, "Nah, not yet. I mean, do I look like the girl who goes to concerts?" She laughed. Remington nodded in consideration. "You never know!"

Nicolette scoffed and glanced at Remington in the passenger seat. "You look like you enjoy concerts." She remarked, not seeing Remington stiffen. "Ye-Yeah. I do, they're electrifying." He figured, it's not actually a lie.