Stuck in traffic, I wonder why the driver to my left is not wearing a shirt.
Peeking in, I see that he is certainly wearing a shirt. I grin to myself at my mistake. He's cute.
The not-shirtless driver's lane starts to pick up speed. He is pulling away. His car has a Darwin fish.
My lane catches up. His car is level with mine. I look, and I smile.
His lane starts to move faster; he keeps even with me for a few seconds.
My lane is too slow. He drives away.