Bree
Looks like I’ll be late to our Girl’s Night.
Bree
My car just broke down. Third time this week.
Bree
The side of I-40, somewhere around exit 110.
Bree
FYI, being stranded on the side of a dark interstate is creepy.
Erin
I’d come get you, but Tif and I are already on our second bottle of wine 🙁
Erin
Want me to send my brother?
Bree
No way — I don’t want to make him to do that on a Friday night.
Erin
Hold on, I’ll ask him!
Erin
I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway. I think you might hit it off.
Bree
But then he’ll always remember me as the girl who ruined his Friday night!
Erin
Yeah right! He’ll be meeting you—
Erin
I’d say that’s an automatic upgrade from whatever he’s doing.
Erin
Please? Then you and I could be sisters 👯
Bree
Whoa! I need a ride, not a ring, LOL.
Erin
Fine. Stay stranded.
Bree
Ugh, you’re right. I don’t have many options.
Bree
A tow truck might take hours, and I don’t want to be here all night.
Erin
He says he’s on the way! He’ll be the hot guy in a sports car 😜
Bree
Thanks! I’ll hang tight until he gets here.
Erin
Lock your car doors.
Bree
No…wait. Headlights just pulled in behind me.
Erin
That must be him! See you soon 🙂
Bree
Don’t drink all the wine before I get there!
Bree waits for the driver to tap on her window.
When he does, she’s surprised to find him even more attractive than Erin had described.
He has a deep smooth, deep voice that instantly melts her nerves.
Erin's Brother
I’m Ryan. Do you need a ride?
Bree nods, thanks him, and follows him to a black corvette.
After buckling up, Ryan merges with traffic back onto I-40.
Bree
OMG! You weren’t kidding. Your brother is HAWT!
Bree
Is he seriously single?
Bree
There must be something wrong with him.
Erin
I don’t think so, but I might be a little partial.
Ryan pulls out a cigarette and lights it.
Bree
You never told me your brother smokes?
Bree
Erin, he’s smoking right now.
Bree
That’s one strike against him for me.
Erin
🙁 I guess we won’t be sisters after all.
Erin
I’m going to lecture him when he gets here.
Bree
Like I’d let him come into your house! No guys allowed at Girl’s Night, remember?
Erin
Well, I’ll talk to him tomorrow then.
Bree
You sure about that? He doesn’t talk much…
Erin
😂 😂 Are you sure you’re describing my brother?
Erin
I can never get him to shut up!
Erin
Oh, he just texted me. Swat him for me, and tell him that texting and driving isn’t safe.
Bree looks over at her driver, who doesn’t have his cell phone out.
Bree
Are you sure he texted you?
Erin
Yep. He’s probably telling me how gorgeous you are 🙂
Bree gets a sinking feeling in her stomach as she waits for the next text.
She looks out her window to see where she is.
But it’s pitch black outside and she can’t see a thing.
Erin
I’m confused. My brother found your car, but says you aren’t in it.
Bree
Not anymore. I’m with him.
Bree
You mean this guy isn’t your brother? Are you sure?
Bree
He’s cute and drives a sports car, just like you said.
Bree
He said his name is Ryan?
Erin
My brother’s name is Phil!
Bree swallows as she glances over at her driver.
Accepting a ride from him was a big mistake.
Erin
Tell him to pull over and let you out!
Bree
Can you drop me off at the next gas station?
Bree
I can call someone to get me from there.
The driver smirks but doesn’t respond. Bree turns back to her cell phone.
Bree
If he was going to hurt me, he wouldn’t let me keep this, right?
Erin
Hopefully. Where are you?
Bree
I don’t know. Still on I-40 somewhere.
Erin
I’ll call the police!
Bree
Wait, wait…let me try talking to him again.
Bree
Can you please tell me who you are?
The driver shoots her that terrible smirk again.
Ryan
I already told you, my name is Ryan.
Bree
I think I’m gonna need a little more than that—
Bree
You’re a stranger driving me down the highway!
Ryan
That didn’t seem to be a problem for you when you got into my car.
Bree
I thought you were someone else!
To her surprise, Ryan starts laughing — hard. He wipes his eyes.
Ryan
You thought I was someone else?
Bree
Yes! Well…kind of. I thought you were my friend’s brother.
Ryan
This is hilarious! Oh man, I’m gonna give you a story to tell your friend…
Ryan
I call this the joyride…
Bree lifts an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her.
But then Ryan presses down on the gas pedal…
She gets an incoming text.
Erin
Phil is driving on I-40 like you. Maybe he can find you!
Erin
What does your car look like?
Bree
It’s a black Corvette—
Bree
The driver is a tall man. He has his window cracked and a cigarette in his mouth.
Erin
Okay, thanks. My brother drives so FAST.
Erin
He’ll catch you, I promise!
Bree
If he does, I’ll marry him on the spot 👰
Bree
But honestly, this guy doesn’t seem as intimidating as he did before—
Bree
I think I can handle him.
Bree turns to Ryan again.
Instead of answering, Ryan lights another cigarette.
Since he hasn’t taken her phone, she snaps a picture of him.
Ryan
What the hell was that for?
Bree
You said you’re taking me on some kind of “joy ride…”
Ryan rolls his eyes at Bree’s use of air quotes.
Bree
And you don’t think I’m going to get some kind of collateral?
Bree sticks out her chin.
Bree
Yeah. I will send this picture straight to the cops if you don’t drop me off right now.
Ryan
Jeez! Slow your roll. I thought we were just having fun.
Bree
Well scaring the crap out of me is NOT fun!
Ryan
All right, fine. I’ll let you off at the next exit, okay?
Bree crosses her arms and looks out the window.
She can still see a small smirk on Ryan’s face.
Bree
Yes. He said he’s going to drop me off at the next exit — Exit 118.
Erin
Oh, good! My brother is right behind you.
Bree looks around at the nearby cars and spots a red Porsche.
It zooms up to the driver’s side of the car that she’s in.
Bree
He’s here! I see him!
Erin
I knew he’d find you!
The two cars drive side by side along the interstate.
But then Ryan pulls ahead.
Erin
My brother says he lost you.
Bree
We just pulled off at Exit 118.
Erin
Okay, good. Phil says he’s pretty close.
A few minutes later, Ryan pulls his corvette into a service station.
Ryan gets out, walks around to the passenger side door, and opens it.
Ryan
Your free ride is over.
Ryan
And I’m gonna need you to delete that photo of me from your phone.
Ryan isn’t smirking anymore.
In fact, the seething look he gives Bree sends her trembling fingers to the delete button.
Showing him her phone, she presses it.
Instead, he sulks over to the driver’s seat and drives away.
Bree
I’m here. He just dropped me off at the only gas station off of Exit 118.
Bree
It’s over. Thank God it’s over.
Erin
Seriously! Are you okay?
Bree
I don’t think he meant anything by it, but…he could’ve killed me.
Erin
Omg, I know. Okay, Phil will be there soon.
Bree is sitting on the bench outside when the red Porsche pulls into the gas station parking lot.
Bree snaps a picture of the car and texts it to Erin.
A tall, gorgeous man approaches her.
Bree sighs. He’s even more handsome than Ryan.
Just from looking at him, she finally feels safe.
But she decides to be extra careful and snaps a picture of him.
Bree
Is this your brother?
Erin
Yes! Bree, meet Phil.
Bree
You’re right. He’s cute ❤️
Erin
Are you on your way to Girl’s Night now?
Bree
No. Phil thinks I should file a police report, and I actually agree.
Erin
Yeah, good point. That was pretty creepy of that guy. Come over after?
Bree
Of course. But I have to cancel our Bachelor viewing sesh tomorrow…
Bree
I have a date with my future husband 😍
