Zach finally acknowledges me when my elbow smacks against his side as I shove my way between him and Rachel. He straightens and mumbles so only I can hear, I mutter.Zach smirks. Rachel asks. I say. She blinks as if she just woke up. I step aside so Rachel can exit the driver's seat. Because Rachel is every guy's fantasy, Zach begs her to stay: she should see the engine, she can ride in his car, she can drive his car. Each of his attempts to lure her to stay causes me to think of one more way to hide the body parts after I kill him.
Zach's acknowledgment comes when I accidentally bump him while squeezing between him and Rachel. He turns to me and quietly mutters something, to which I respond in kind. He smirks at the exchange. Rachel seems momentarily confused by our interaction. After I let her get out of the driver's seat, it becomes evident that Zach is infatuated with her, trying to convince her to remain by offering to show her his car and even let her drive it.
As Zach's attempts grow more persistent, I can't help but fantasize about violent reactions to his behavior. His relentless pursuit of Rachel fuels my anger and frustration. It's a stark contrast between his charming demeanor and the dark thoughts that cross my mind, highlighting the tension in this seemingly lighthearted moment.