In the car in front of me ...

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A young girl drives in the car in front of me
she drives alone and she seems pretty.
I don't know her name and I don't know her destination
I only notice that she drives with a lot of feeling.
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Seto Kaiba stared out the front window of his jeep. A girl or young woman was driving in front of him - he couldn't say for sure, he didn't see much of her. Mokuba watched him out of the corner of his eye. Normally he would have a saying like "Women at the wheel, monsters!" drained, instead his big brother stayed calm. Something was wrong here. He continued to watch him, because his manner didn't suit him either. Seto, on the other hand, wondered desperately when he'd seen this girl before. He knew it, he was sure of that. Short brown hair was blowing in the breeze from the open side window, from time to time her fingers drummed on the steering wheel, she was stuck in a traffic jam or at a red light, as so often on this day. Normally he would have honked all the time, but would the old thing in front of him have stood up to its horn?He wouldn't have bet on it. In addition, it didn't bother him at all today to drive at the snail's pace, he usually drove at the limit. Today he enjoyed the sun, the light wind blowing in through the open windows - and the pretty thing in front of him. Yes, she was really pretty

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A young girl drives in the car in front of me
I would like to know what she's thinking.
Is she listening to the same station or is her radio off?
is she going to the Rendevouz or home?
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What did girls like her hear on the radio? Did they even hear the obsolete thing? Didn't she prefer to listen to a CD, something she made herself? What was such a person thinking of? To a star, an actor, a politician? To someone like him - an entrepreneur? Your family, friends, your boyfriend? Was someone waiting for her, did she come home or was she alone, lonely? What did she work? As model? In an office? Did she study? Was she going to meet her boyfriend?Kaiba junior was slowly getting worried. It was more than strange that Seto neither honked, scolded nor got upset in any other way and instead drove quietly, mentally, behind this lame, prehistoric car. He didn't even seem to mind the pace, although he was known as a, well, fast driver.

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What does that stupid guy want behind me?
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Tea looked in the rearview mirror. The face looked familiar. She had met her friends and no one else since graduating from high school. Now she was studying and was barely able to pay her rent and this car. Studying was fun and since she liked to draw, architecture was a stroke of luck. So far she had passed each of her exams with pravour. But why was the man behind her staring at her old thing in the car?

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Is not she cute?
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Okay, so slowly he was beginning to doubt his sanity. He had seen nothing, almost nothing, of her.You couldn't identify a person as cute by their hair and fingers. He had believed that until today. Now his mind had changed. He didn't know why, but he thought she was cute. No one had ever haunted his head so much, raised so many questions.

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I wonder why doesn't it overtake?
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The dark blue jeep behind her had a lot more horsepower. He could overtake anytime, but didn't. That surprised her, but it was difficult for her to stop, get out and ask why he wasn't overtaking her. It was here on the autobahn - it didn't work anyway. So for better or for worse, she had to go on as before.

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So soft hair ...
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The time had come, Mokuba could get the men in white. How did he come to equate shiny hair with soft hair ?! He thought absurd stuff today. But the wind-carried brown hair, shiny in the sun, only added to the thoughts.Why the heck was his imagination running wild with him today?

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It's been hanging behind me for half an hour now.
It's already getting dark and he's driving without lights.
[...]
It can be a hundred kilometers away
Man, drive past my duck!
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Soon she would be at home, be able to sleep. Today was an exhausting day, but this return trip was or is even more exhausting. She just couldn't remember where she knew him from. It was getting dark and Tea had had the lights on in her car for a long time. The man behind made no move to do the same. He lived really dangerously - dark blue jeep and then without lights. She shook her head slightly. Just men. Another look in the rearview mirror. Why didn't it overtake ?! He didn't look like he had all the time in the world. Quite the opposite. It could have been past her long ago, instead he willingly stayed behind her.

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Mokuba leaned over to his brother skeptically. He looked at the street - normal for a driver - but he neither paid attention to his brother nor answered him or gave any other signs of spiritual presence. He just smiled slightly and stared out the window. Something was wrong with him at all. Maybe he should send Seto to the doctor ?! That was almost no longer normal. “Seto?” He nudged his arm. “Hm?” The eyes did not leave the car in front of them. "Are you okay?" "Sure. I've never felt better." A quick, astonished look at Mokuba, then the road was very interesting again. "I think so too ....." Mumbling, the little one leaned back against his seat. The behavior today was really untypical.

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Does he want to control me or does he want to kidnap me
or is it the police in civilian clothes?
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What did the guy want from her? She hadn't done anything, at least nothing she knew about.Was that one of those stalkers? Someone who watched them, followed them every step of the way, went mad? Or even the police in the end? Was she suspected of smuggling, drug dealing, or helping? Had she caused an accident and not noticed? What did he want ?!

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How nice that today I finally have time
I don't have to race like a wild bull.
I dream so in my thoughts, all alone and without barriers
and wish the beautiful girl were with me.
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His day off. Not a corporation. No meeting. No annoying, incompetent employees. Just its rest. Time for Mokuba, his family. Today he didn't have to race from one meeting to the other until late at night, he could do something with his brother. How about if the girl were here to do something with them? What would it look like from the front, like his body? How would hers feel on his?How those feelings when he and her .... NO! Totally wrong thought! Wrong time, wrong companion! How, please, should he explain his sudden cock to his little brother because of his sick fantasies ?! Think of something else! Didn't work, his thoughts went on for themselves. That couldn't be true!

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Now I'm getting queasy about this thing.
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Something was wrong with that! Something in her told her to pull out quickly. Another the opposite. She had to admit that those eyes were really beautiful. She knew them, she had seen them before. At school - exactly. But who did they belong to?

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The music is good.
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The brunette turned the music up further. He had found something to turn off: music. He turned it up, listened to the bass, and let the leather seats, the car underneath, vibrate. Skirt. He needed that right now. He didn't have to think to understand her, just had to indulge in the feeling.The feeling that this music evoked.

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I'll take the very next exit.
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It was getting too hot for her. There would be an exit in a few hundred yards. She would shut down, take a break. She had to go to the toilet anyway. Tea just hoped he wouldn't follow her ...

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Today is a beautiful day.
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He was doing really well today. Good music, day off, mokuba and the girl in front of him. On the other hand, it would be even nicer if it were here, with him. Would drive it with him to the villa. You live out your fantasies there. He was no longer in control of his thoughts, of his body. Someone had it after him today in that case[* muhaha * ME! It's always the author's fault! XXD]. He hoped he would be home soon, finally take a cold shower. He really needed that. Slowly a, more or less, small part of his anatomy became independent. And he couldn't really use that at the moment.

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But I'll hide behind some hedges.Damn it, it'll make me late for home.
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There was the exit. At last. She would be late, through the detour. She had driven down three drives too early and now had to go home on some country road. She would definitely miss her favorite series. She'd rather not see them than meet the man on the street again. The guy was creepy to her, on the one hand, and on the other very well known. Various images appeared before her. From the jeep, the driver's eyes, Mokuba, her friends, her former school, Joey's angry face, malicious grin, eyes again. Blue, penetrating, captivating, inaccessible. Tea hit the brakes, almost drove into a car parked at the traffic lights. This car, the blue jeep, the driver. Of course, she knew the eyes. These belonged to none other than Seto Kaiba! A tingling stomach spread over her. This was the last time she was in school, on the last day of school when she had last seen the KC Leader.Her feelings for him had apparently not changed in all that time. Her heart skipped a little. If he hadn't looked at her as coldly today as he had before, his gaze was like Mokubas, happy, loving, not bitter. That was how she would remember him. Until someone came and took his place in her heart.

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Bye bye, my beautiful girl, have a good trip!
She has the indicator on, here she is leaving.
For me, the journey will come to an end in two hours,
but I will never see you my girl again.
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The exit. He wouldn't see her now. Why didn't he remember where he knew her from !? He had a good memory - actually. Mokuba looked at him sideways. He didn't know what to make of the