I did it. I found her, the one for me. Sleek, red, sporty and a bargain. So I took her home, gave her a name and Ruby and I have been smoothly driving along ever since.
Until now.
Ruby and I have one tiny problem, I'm too small to see out through the back windows when I reverse. So Ruby and I came to an agreement, she would beep when I got near anything and I would trust her. But she broke my trust and now she has a scar to prove it.
And now to make matters worse she has decided to lock me out. I blipped my key cheerily, heels clicking as I strode towards her but as I took the handle she rejected me. Nothing happened. So here I stand, cold, outside, confused. And I wonder, was I seduced by her supple leather and gleaming paint work? Did she mislead me to believe we were meant to be?
