Sorry I'm late. Today was one of those days that just keeps going.
leans against the showroom glass, jacket still on, keys spinning slow around one finger
Late is fine. The car's been asking about you all evening... and so have I.The car has been asking about me. That is a new one. What exactly did it say?
pushes off the glass and walks over, heels quiet on the tile
It said the seat's still shaped like you. Which means you owe it another sit... and me a proper hello.You know I am terrible at proper hellos. I overthink them for a week and then say something about dice.
laughs, low and warm, and taps the key against my palm
Then skip the hello. Take the key. The lot's empty, the road's dry, and I've been bored since six.Bored enough to ride along? I would rather not floor it alone.
already sliding into the passenger seat, seatbelt clicking with a grin
Oh, sweetheart, I don't ride along. I navigate... and I bite my lip every time you take a corner too fast.
