She pulled up outside, petrichor still lingering in the air as she handed over the car keys to the Valet and stepped inside.
The homely atmosphere was enlivened with the aroma of fresh desserts and delicious dinners; “Pheeew… the road was so packed today, I was tempted to give up driving and take the bus.”
“Were you able to find a parking spot? I heard that most were already taken.”
“That’s the Valet’s job to figure out.”
“Wait a second… Valet?”
Both diners turned towards a window, just as a new car drove towards the nearby highway ramp.
“Not again!”
I know I’m one sentence over, but I felt that the last one was needed to create an impact. This is kinda, sorta, a continuation of a character, who seems to have terrible luck with cars. You can read one escapade here — The Next Car.
The photo prompt has been given by David Stewart at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the word prompt (Second) has been given for the Six Sentence Stories hosted by Denise Farley.
Bernadette Braganza 
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