"Could you please hurry that along." He turned back to the dark-haired girl.
"You said you wouldn't be needing the car until tomorrow, sir." Formal now, abrupt.
"I just changed my mind. I'd like it tonight. Right now, as a matter of fact."
"Do you want the insurance? It will be an extra—"
"No. Yes. Look, I don't care. Just let me sign that damned thing and give me the keys."
"Well, give me a chance." She petulantly turned the form toward him and shoved it across the desk. "If you'll just initial here and here," she was pointing with her pen, "and sign there. And did you say you wanted the car now?"
"Immediately."
"I'm afraid that's not possible." She retrieved the form.
"What?"
"It's just—"