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number are we looking for?”
    “Nathan!” I hiss. “Get back in here!”
    “What number are we looking for?” he asks again, louder this time.
      Ugh. “243.”
    Nathan moves his body a little further out the window. I see a man and his daughter staring at us now, looking at us like we might be up to something suspicious. Great, we were supposed to be staying low key, the less attention we attracted the better.
    “Nathan!” I plead, trying to get my point across without yelling.
    “Are you sure it’s 243?” he asks, his body getting further and further out the window. Jeez, if he wasn’t careful he was going to get stuck. There was no way he could keep sticking all those muscles out the window and fit comfortably. Those sexy muscles I find myself thinking. Wow, now was so not the time to be thinking about that.
    “Nathan! Get back in the car!” I hiss. The man who was standing with his son before is talking to an older man now, and he’s pointing at Nathan, saying something I can’t make out. Great.
    Nathan’s ignoring me, still looking around outside. I don’t know what he’s doing, if he hasn’t seen it by now he’s clearly not going to.
    “Nathan! Please! Get in the car!”
    Still nothing. See, the more I want him to do something, the more he does the opposite. I reach over and grab the hood of his sweatshirt, practically hitting his head on the ceiling as I yank his body back inside the car.
    “Hey!” he scolds me, rubbing his arm like I hurt him. “What did you do that for? That hurt!”
    Oh, please.
    “Because! You can’t just-“
    Boom. Boom. Boom.
    The sound of someone banging on my car window makes me jump so high that I actually do bang my head on the ceiling. I instantly reach up to where it hit, and turn my head to see what the hell is going on.
    The old man who was looking at Nathan before is standing next to my window now, looking down at me, he’s squinting trying to see what’s going on in here.
    “Are you okay?” Nathan asks, taking his hand and touching the place where I hit my head. I freeze at his touch, turning to look at his face now, he looks genuinely confused and concerned. Like I might have a concussion, or something.
    “I’m okay,” I tell him reluctantly, not wanting him to move his hand away from my head.
    “Good,” he’s already moving his hand away from me, “you need to be more careful.”
    “I’m fine.” I turn my head back to the man standing outside my window, annoyed that Nathan is already back to being rude and detached. Sure, I had said I was fine, but how did I know? People always say they’re fine when they aren’t. He didn’t have to take my word for it so fast.
    The man outside is still peering down at us. Great, now I had to deal with the mess Nathan got us into. The man sighs loudly then starts knocking on the window again, even though I’m looking right at him.
    “Roll down the window,” Nathan orders, “let’s see what he wants.”
    Was he crazy? Of course I wasn’t going to roll down the window! We were in a strange town, in a strange neighborhood; with a strange man we knew nothing about pounding on our window! Why would I let him in the car? “I’m not opening the window! He could be a axe murderer or something!”
    Nathan rolls his eyes. “That guy? He’s like 85, I think I could take him.”
    “Oh, yeah?” I ask. “Can you take a gun? Because I can’t.”
    Nathan laughs loudly, and tries to reach over me to roll the window down, I swat his hand away.
    “Come on, that man has no gun,” he says, laughing again.
    “You don’t know that! We know nothing about him, or where we are! This isn’t our turf!”
    Nathan shakes his head, a smile still plastered on his face. “This isn’t the 1970’s and we aren’t in a gang fighting over who gets to run what neighborhood, we’re in a little apartment community with a cute old man who wants to chat with us.”
    Bang. Bang. Bang. “Hello! Hello in there! I can see you in