At this point, Neinhart decided with a impatient glance at his watch, he was stood up and should head home. It was way past 4 pm and if he hadn't shown up yet, he probably wouldn't at all. With a final inspection of both sides of the street, Neinhart turned on heels to head inside - a beer sounded good just about now.
"Wait!" An all familiar voice gasped out from behind him.
Neinhart halted mid-step, "Serena?"
Serena brushed his messy hair from his eyes. His breath came out in quick huffs and his clothing patched with sweat.
"You're late." Neinhart said, "And you look like you ran a marathon what happened."
Serena gave a sheepish grin, "Well I did run 20 blocks."
"You ran 20 blocks? Just the other day you were bragging about the new Ferrari you purchased. Where is it?"
Blush dusted Serena's already red cheeks, "Well...you see...I kind of locked my keys in the car."
His date blinked several times as Serena twiddled his fingers, looking rather interested in the faded road signs. Suddenly, Neinhart burst into laughter.
"You. Locked yourself. Out of your car. So you ran 20 blocks. From your house. Just to barely make your date. How utterly ridicules."
Serena cocked an eyebrow, "Ridicules?"
"Serena, you could have taken a taxi."