[ WP ] Stuck

Of all the people in the city, it had to be Lopez. We had something of a history together, you might say. I think he enjoys this, likes watching me squirm. Of all the cars to be stuck in, I got his. I just had to go for the flashy sports car. Maybe I deserved this one. 
 
 He drove in silence for miles. He knew I didn ’ t have a choice but to sit and listen to the noise of the radio. 
 
 “ Like the seats? ” he eventually asked. 
 
 I hate this guy. The fake leather wasn ’ t fooling anybody. It was well-traveled, unable to hide the wear. I ’ d already been acquainted with it, so I didn ’ t even dignify the question with a response. I just turned my head and stared out the window. 
 
 “ Silent treatment, eh? I guess that ’ s your right, but this is going to be a long day if you want to play that game. ” 
 
 “ Fuck you, ” I complied. 
 
 He laughed it off. He was *really* enjoying this. 
 
 “ Plenty of time for that, Riley. ” He paused. “ Any chance you can tell me what you were thinking? I mean. surely you knew we ’ d be seeing each other the moment you got into the car. Don ’ t tell me you ’ re starting to *like* me now, are you? ” 
 
 His questions were only just getting started. But I knew better than to play into his hands. I already said my piece. 
 
 “ It ’ s nothing personal, Riley. Just business. Doing my job, you know? You could have driven your own car today instead of catching a ride from someone else. ” 
 
 We ’ d been through this song and dance before. He didn ’ t have to keep smiling like that. That goddamned grin only made it worse. If I hadn ’ t know it was full of shit, it might even look sincere, like he ’ s just trying to help. 
 
 The car rolls to a stop in front of the old building. The hustle and bustle of the masses coming and going finally overtook the voices on the radio. Finally. 
 
 Lopez got out and opened the door for me. The bastard didn ’ t give me a chance to get out on my own, pulling me by my arm until I was clear of the doorway. 
 
 “ What, you forgot how to walk? ” 
 
 That ’ s the Lopez I remember. With another shove, he ushered me into the precinct. I just had to pick the car with the alarm.
