Approaching her red vehicle, he reflected on a minor incident that had taken place mere minutes ago.  Paul had been slightly surprised when Charlette also knelt to retrieve his keys.  This probably explains why she reached them first.  It was either that, or the youthful advantage she held of being nine years younger than him.<br/><br/>As they were in kneeling positions, he casually removed the set of keys from her finger, thanking her in the process.  Being that close to her, however, produced consequences of its own.  Charlette radiated that just-out-of-the-shower fresh scent, and the mixture of soap and shampoo was driving him bonkers.  Paul was unable to ascertain if she had indulged in any perfume, but really, it didn’t matter.  She smelled good, period.  The contents within her V-neck sweater were also pining for attention.  He deftly avoided the temptation by keeping his eyes on hers.<br/><br/>Charlette’s request for him to drive made perfect sense, since he did indeed know where the pizzeria was located.  Although in reality, navigating the streets of Shady Grove was nothing like downtown New York City, for example.  For one thing, there was no comparison as far as the volume of traffic was concerned between the two locales.  And the best part?  Drivers here were significantly more considerate than their counterparts in the big city.<br/><br/>Since he had been under the impression of riding shotgun tonight, Paul was situated on the passenger side of her VW.  Being that as it may, he held the door open for her after agreeing to driving duties.  Seated and strapped in, he backed her car out of the driveway and headed toward deep-dish nirvana.  Charlette’s little Volkswagen was like a motorized torture chamber, in that their proximity seemed to be heightened within the car’s comfortable, yet intimate interior.  Her alluring aroma, of course, continued to torment him.