Sitting beside her in the cab of his truck only made things worse. He was slowly regaining his control. Whatever had come over him wasn't getting any worse, and he was slowly beginning to think clearly, forcing himself to be calm and reasonable. Inside the cab of the truck, he couldn't notice that she smelled amazing. Musty, and sweet... He took in a deep breath, unable to resist, then gritted his teeth and inserted the key in the ignition.<br/><br/>Her questioning gave him something to think about and he smiled, "I'm in construction, actually... You have a good eye." when she looked down, he glanced over, "Don't be sorry... I don't mind at all."<br/><br/>Trying to just focux on his driving, he backed up, then pulled forward and swung woard the street.