Come with me
“What could you possibly have that I want in there?” the woman challenged as she smoothed out her designer dress.
Jolie came from a wealthy, well-known family. She was what you would call "well-bred," although she hated that term. Made her feel like a dog.
Every eligable bachelor in the city was after Jolie. Apparently, as she could now see, that included the son her of family's gardener. He had just pulled up next to her and said she should climb in his truck. For any man to get Jolie's attention, he had to be extremely persuasive.
She narrowed her eyes as she waited for an answer to her question. When none came, she repeated herself.
"What could you possibly have that I want?"
"A full tank of gas."
Jolie shook her head and responded, "My family has a personal driver. Why would I have you drive me somewhere instead of him?"
"I don't plan I driving you far. Just out of town. Then I thought you might like to drive my truck yourself. See if you can handle a stick."
Briefly she wondered if the stick comment was an innuendo and considered his proposition. Jolie's family always considered learning to drive unnecessary for her, but she had always wanted to try.
Jolie climbed into the truck.
Once they got out of town and switched, she tried to drive on some country roads. At first, she struggled. Then, she got better. It was exhilerating until she saw an animal crossing the road, panicked, and crashed into the ditch.
"I'm so sorry! My family will buy you a new truck!" she managed to screech between heavy breaths.
"Relax. I don't need a new truck. I just need a new tire and I have a spare in the back."
Much calmer, she nodded and watched him pull a tire out of the back.
"Well," he told her, "Come help me change it."
"Me? I can't change a tire!"
"Why, do you not have hands?"
"I, well, I don't know how."
"I do. I'll teach you. You're perfectly capable of changing a tire."
Jolie wasn't so sure of that, but she felt bad for crashing his car, so she would certainly try.
Sure enough, she was able to do it successfully. She hadn't felt this proud of herself in years. Although her mind refused to let her name it a date, Jolie wanted to make dinner for the man. She told him on the way back.
"Come over tonight and I'll make you dinner."
"You cook? I'm a picky eater. What could you possibly have that I want?" he teased her.
It was now Jolie's turn to be persuasive.