"Fuck." She said. Loud she was pumping gas. The second day, and she had't seen or heard anything about this guy.
Her mind was racing. There was 8 billion people on this planet, there's no way I can find this dude. No fucking way she thought.
The nozzle she was holding clicked. Her tank was full, she had lost track. 70 dollars. Fuck. Hopefully they wouldn't notice.
Part of her just wanted to leave. Peel out. She could drive for days. The time it took police to catch her she'd be long gone.
Instead she walked in and paid.
"Where would you say is the cheapest nights stay."
The guy at cash register just looked at her.
"Theres a super 8 and then theres that Inn place. Nothing so nice, but its pretty cheap."
"Ah okay, cool. Thank you." She said.
The Inn, a quick google turned up a bread and breakfast. It wasn't on her list.
She'd do a drive by she thought, just check some things out.
Her car started with a hum. The gas tank read full, and she felt different. Like the car was an extension of her. She was ready to find BAKA