"So, let's play your song first?", he asked when the light turned green and he stepped on the gas.
Ah,... they were talking about the songs to play, she realizes, as she chokes on the surging emotion on her chest. When the intro of her chosen song played on the car stereo, she turned her eyes outside the car window.
I don't like being played, was the notion on her head watching the skyscrapers blurs within her sight.
Grand glancing at Dana noticing how her mood changes. He wanted to kick himself for being an asshole and a coward. He knows Dana won't reject her, but he suddenly grows a conscience. He doesn't want to play around with her.
Which he finds crazy. The timing, the opportunity, the mood was all set up. If he plays it like how he used to with other girls, Dana will be his. But he doesn't feel like doing it. She is not just like those other girls.
