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“I’m not giving you my keys! This is my car.”

“And it’s on my property where it’s been damaged. I need to get it checked. Go home.”

“I’ll wait.” She had her jaw set and her shoulders squared; this was her I-can-not-be-reasoned-with stance.

Rather than get involved in any more shit I didn’t need today, I merely turned my back on her and spoke to security. Five minutes later, and after multiple orders to them both, I headed to my car.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Home.”

“And my car?”

“You made it very clear it’syourcar,” I said as I looked over at her. “Have a pleasant evening.”

I drove away and left her standing there, gaping after me. What did she expect? She basically told me to fuck off, so why would she be surprised when I did? Just as I exited the parking lot, I saw her realize that security had left her, too.

Independence was all very well and good, but sometimes, I think she just liked to refuse in order to be stubborn and prove a point. What she was proving tonight was that she was stubborn to the point of foolishness.

But then, I already knew that.