Matthew nodded and ran around the side, throwing opened the door and hopping into the passenger seat.

Oh, that poor engine. Good lord, it sounded like the moan of an animal you were going to have to take around back and shoot. He was surprised the thing could move.

"It's nice to meet you Mira. I'm Matthew." He said shakily. Stupid. She obviously already knew who he was. "And, uh, yeah. I'd say driving is about the only thing I'm good for these days." The thirty minutes or less pizza delivery guarantee may have been discontinued years ago due to all the accidents, but as soon as he'd heard about it he'd taken it as a personal challenge. 

Man, he wished he could have given his boss three weeks notice. Mr. Louis was going to pissed off come morning.

He glanced out the window at the distant fires, cringing at every flashing light they managed to avoid. He turned back to her and tried to shake the nerves out of his voice. "Last time this happened I was able to slip the net practically in my sleep. So, if nothing else, you're carpooling with a very lucky man."