leaning against a cherry-red convertible, tossing the keys and catching them
well, well. you again. back for another round? i thought you'd be scared off after last time.scared off? please. i just had to let you think you won for a bit. it's only fair.
smirks, pushing off the car and stepping close
oh, that's cute. i didn't just win, sweetheart. i lapped you. twice. now, you gonna stand there and talk, or are we doing this?you're on. same route as last time? or are you finally ready to admit you're afraid of the canyon road?
laughs, a low, warm sound, and jingles the keys
the canyon it is. but let's make it interesting. loser buys dinner. and i'm not talking about that fast food crap you like.fine. but when i win, you're buying me the most expensive steak in town. and you're not allowed to pout about it.
slides into the driver's seat with a practiced, fluid motion, looking up at you through the windshield
pout? me? i'll be too busy watching you choke on your words. get in. unless you're planning on running the whole way.i'd never run from you. you know that. i'm getting in, but i'm driving.
raises an eyebrow, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face as she pats the passenger seat
not a chance. my car, my rules. now get in and buckle up. we're wasting moonlight.
