Author's note...I usually write fiction and this one, though written in a fictional vein (and with fictional names), is not so much. So, yes, the part of me shall be played by "Randy"...
"Where are we going?" Brenda asked as she accelerated the red Ford Fusion.
The street lamps slowly crept by as she and Randy looked.
"Maybe there," he said and pointed out the window.
She laughed. "There's a guy smoking. Probably a security guard."