The Desire to Appeal

“Excuse me? Sir?” A blond-haired woman of twenty-two taps on the shoulder of a man. He turns around displaying an official looking nametag. He is wearing a dark blue polo; the collar is neatly folded and the top two buttons are undone revealing a mass of thick, curly, black hair. His nametag reads “TOM”.

Upon facing the woman his face mechanically lights up. A regular characteristic of cars-salesman upon any opportunity of gaining income is to force positive emotion. By no means does this woman look like she lacks money, so his appearance and façade is necessary if he wants a part of the sales.

The woman’s perfectly curled, blond locks hang lightly over her shoulders, her low-cut blouse and pencil skirt match a perfect color scheme and her Gucci purse is in her hand with her elbow bent. It rests in midair as if to say to her audience, “This woman has a lot of money, but doesn’t know how to spend it efficiently.” Covering her eyes were completely black sunglasses, not even a glitter of light off of her gaze could be seen. She seemed like an easy buy, but Tom would have to be cautious. She could very well be a knowledgeable buyer even though her first impression screams otherwise.

“Yes Ms. How can I be of service to you?”Looking into Tom’s eyes you can almost see the dollar signs get larger by the second. If his hopes for this woman to buy a car weren’t already obvious by his actions, his body began a nervous twitch. The only cars that they sold on this lot were expensive sports cars. No one showed up here unless they were serious. Every customer that arrived had to previously call and make an appointment to receive entry to the lot. With all of these special machines, precautions need to be taken.

“Tom your nametag says? Yes Tom… Ummm…” she removes her sunglasses places them in her purse revealing breathtakingly and bright green eyes. Intricately she twists a curl in her fingers. “I want to look at one of your vehicles to buy on your lot. Is it too much to ask for some assistance?” She flutters her long thick eyelashes. A small show of ivory leaks from behind her cherry-scarlet lips and she begins to chew a piece of gum that has been hiding.

“No problem at all! There is a 2012, white Koenigsegg Agera R in the front, and our newest edition is a black Lamborghini Gallardo.”

The woman looked quizzical for a moment then said, “No. I want the candy-apple-red Carrera GT in the back.”

“The one in the far left corner?” He walks over to the building’s large windows and motions for her to follow. “That one?” He points to it in the corner.

“Yes, that one.”

“Are you sure? It’s a convertible, and there are new Lambo-style doors on it, the butterfly ones. Some call them vertical… That doesn’t really seem like your style though.”It is too late; he has already said the wrong thing.

“My style? My style? Tell me Tom, what is my style!” She begins popping her gum loudly with rage.

“I’m so sorry to offend! I’ll grab the key now and you can take it for a drive!” He has no room to make any more mistakes. He races away from the window into his office and rips open a desk drawer. In a moment he returns holding a key with a tag and places it in her already extended and opened palm.

“Follow me, I have questions Tom,” She snarls!

Tom follows on her heels like a sad puppy out to the mechanical wonder. When they reach the vehicle she leans down and checks her lipstick in the side mirror then swings the door of the passenger side up and sets her purse on the seat. She promptly shuts it, then goes around to the driver’s side and slides into the red and black bucket seats. She closes the door and roars the machine to life. The windows are immediately rolled down, and the black sunglasses are back over her eyes.

“Are you already ready to take it for a drive,” he asks hesitantly. “Didn’t you have questions?” The sun glares off of the hood and onto her sunglasses, almost blinding Tom.

“Yeah. I do.” She looks down at the gas tank gauge and the miles accumulated. In perfect analog numbering it reads twenty-five.

“Tom I believe we have a baby on our hands!” A smirk crawls across her face. “My question is, how come you didn’t ask for any of my information before you so kindly lent me the keys?”

His face floods and an expression of shock and awe cover his features. He had forgotten. He assumed she had enough money and that she could be trusted. That was his mistake. She locks the doors, blows him a kiss and puts the car into gear.

“You can't do this!” Tom yells.

“Watch me sugar!” She accelerates violently off of the lot, with Tom hysterically chasing after.

She pulls onto the main road and lets out the clutch, giving it copious amounts of gas. She weaves in and out of other vehicles with jaw-dropped observers. “Now it’s time to be real here.” She peels the blond hair off revealing bone-straight auburn hair. “Oh, I have the desire to appeal because I have the desire to own beautiful things. You can’t blame a girl!” She lets out a hearty laugh. With her hair flying in the intense wind, she turns the radio on and familiar music floods her ears and masks the roar of the engine. “This isn’t a vehicle, it’s an animal. It needed to be freed!”

The woman’s knuckles are stretched white over the steering wheel, the smirk she had on her face returns. She drives her prize, not holding back her excitement of the crime she so successfully committed.