Origins pt.7

It was around 11p.m. we were on the Beltway heading back from our first sort of date, an evening spent in the smoky confines of Murphy's on King Street. I was having trouble seeing my blind spot to merge left so I could get to the first exit for 66. I asked her "Can I get over?" She said "sure", and I followed her advice nearly getting smashed by another car. I said "Why did you tell me it was clear?". "I thought you were just asking my permission to switch lanes. I thought it was sweet."