No hitchhikers

I met her in a small restaurant by the road. The cheese toasty I got was burned and I was swearing. That's how we got talking. I wasn't mad but complaining seemed reasonable. She didn't care but being polite was in her nature.

"It's the first time I will be hitchhiking", she said. More scared than enthusiastic. I decided to help out.

"Where are you heading, I could give you a lift."

"I don't know", she looked at me, hope lighting up her eyes.

"Well then, I know a place you might want to see."

That's how it started. I was bored, she was clueless, so we traveled around to places I always wanted to see.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, where will you take me?"

And one day it was mid-September, I was running out of gas.

We were sitting in a small restaurant by the road. I got a burned cheese toasty and looked at her.

"Where do you want to go now", I asked.

"I don't know", she shrugged, "where will you take me?"

I stayed there, eating my toasty.

"This is the place I drop you off. Our paths are separating."

"But I have never been hitchhiking, you know."

"I know."

Ten minutes later I was pulling off, looking in the rear-mirror at her as she headed to the bus station nearby.

I felt empty, trying to remember where I was before I met her.