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He chuckled and leaned back. "You're absolutely right."
She winked, "I am." Looking at him, just after the taxi drove off, she asked, "back to that stuff you did; a stop sign, really?"
He nodded and looked away. "I... okay, it's obviously not actually that."
"Not a good start," she shook her head
"Just listen, don’t judge."
"Fine, go on."
"I was walking down the street by my office when some guy tossed trash out his car window like some wild animal. Out of nowhere, some weird stinky fishy stuff splashed on me. So naturally I got upset and yelled after that guy. Then Charlie or whatnot came along and thought I littered. He started writing me a citation. For littering. L-i-t-t-e-r-i-n-g."
"Hmmm," Ava mumbled trying to hide a grin.
"Well, I insisted that it wasn’t me, I showed him my shirt, asked him why I would litter stinky stuff all over myself. But he went into cop mode, didn’t listen. So, I refused to identify myself, told him I wouldn’t pay his fine. Then he got mad… Things got a bit more heated from there."
Ben waved his hands dramatically and scraped at a stain on his shirt with his finger. "See. This is the fishy stuff I was talking about... The evidence for my innocence was right there all along!"
"Eww. But uh... why did he arrest you? It really doesn't seem like something you should be arrested for." She bit her lip hard trying not to smile.
"Don't give me that look, Ava. He arrested me because I wouldn't produce an ID so he could give me a citation, and I am within my rights to refuse that. Well, maybe not if he thinks I am violating the law, but I didn’t. You have to believe me!"
“I do…” Ava wanted so badly to take him seriously, feel his pain, but looking at Ben frantically trying to get that fishy stain off his shirt, she lost it. Her head jerked back in loud laughter.
“Ava stop it, this is not—,” Ben said with a smile now on his own lips, “this is not—” he continued but couldn’t get that last word out without exploding into laughter himself. “FUNNY!” he laughed.
"I'm glad you're out, though," Ava said still chuckling.
“Well my pride might never get over this, and I just hope that this stuff is not what it smells like.”
They both laughed again.
He turned to her. "Imagine what'd have happened if I went to jail. My dear wife would have been so distraught, wept herself to sleep night after night."
"Don't count on it," she giggled. "I'm young and beautiful; I can always find someone else—especially with a billion dollars."
"Gasp," he said and pressed a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt that my wife would say that. I should divorce you."
She smirked. "Maybe you should."
"Ah, you'd like that, won't ya?"
"You didn't hear that from me."
They chuckled and the driver raised his gaze and looked at them through the rear-view mirror.
The car was silent for a moment after the laughter died down a bit, until Benjamin looked at her, sighed and said: "But really, thank you for coming to my rescue today."
"Yeah, you should be thankful."
A grin split his face and he arched an eyebrow. "Modest huh? That was the part where you would say, “No thanks needed.”
She gave him a smug look and smacked her lips. "I'm not that kind of gal."
"Any case, I owe you."
More silence filled the cab, and once again he broke it with his words.
