Josh picks me up off the ground. “Thank you,” he tells me. “Thank you so much.” When we kiss, I hear some applause. “You’re not mad I rescued you? Boys don’t need rescuing.” “This one did. And I’ll even let you choose which you wanna be. Thelma, or Louise,” he tells me, setting me on my feet as the car arrives. “You’re the good-looking one, I guess you’re Thelma.”
