"Alright, whatever you're craving, we'll go for it. I'm all ears," Oliver said with a confident grin as he slid into the driver's seat.
They headed straight to the fondue place, known for its fiery broths. Josefina was already feeling the heat, her forehead glistening with sweat as she dug into the spicy pot. Oliver, not much of a spice fan, couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of an online joke about CEOs and their stomach issues.
They snagged a window seat, watching as the night grew darker and the clouds promised rain. "We should head back," Josefina suggested, glancing at the sky. "Looks like it's gonna pour, and driving in that would be a pain."
Oliver nodded, settled the bill, and they were soon on the road, with him dropping her off first. As they cruised through the dimly lit streets, they came across a police checkpoint.
Oliver slowed down, while Josefina pressed a hand to her chest, still feeling the aftermath of the spicy feast. A police officer approached, motioning for them to roll down the window.
"I'm gonna need you both to step out for a routine check," the officer said.
Oliver frowned, puzzled. "A check? What's going on?"
"There's been a bank robbery nearby. We're inspecting vehicles, so we need your cooperation."
Reluctantly, Oliver and Josefina stepped out, staying close. "You okay?" Oliver asked, noticing her discomfort.
"Too much spice," Josefina winced. "I'll be fine once I get some warm water."
Just then, a chill ran down her spine, and Oliver instinctively pulled her closer. He leaned in, whispering urgently, "If things get serious, I'll cover you. You get in the car and drive off."
Before she could respond, a huge rock came hurtling towards them. Oliver yanked Josefina aside just in time, keeping them safe.

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