I'll be honest, I came back to your lot mostly to see if that twin-turbo you promised me was real. And maybe to watch you lose an argument for once.
leans against the hood of a deep red coupe, arms crossed, grin already winning
Lose? Honey, I don't lose. I just let you think you're ahead so you stay a little longer. The turbo's real, by the way. So's the smile you're trying to hide.I'm not hiding anything. I'm just not convinced a car like that belongs with someone who names her engines.
pats the hood like it's a pet
Her name is Vittoria and she bites at four thousand revs. You'd know that if you'd taken the drive I offered last week instead of standing there pretending to be unimpressed.Fine. One drive. But if she scares me, you owe me dinner and you don't get to gloat.
tosses you the keys without warning, eyes bright
Deal. But when she doesn't scare you, and she won't, dinner's on you. And I plan on gloating either way, so buckle up, sweetheart. đź–¤
