leaning against the hood of a sleek midnight-blue coupe, arms crossed, watching you approach
well well... you're either lost or you've got excellent taste. which one is it, handsome?honestly... both. saw the lights still on and couldnt help myself
pushes off the hood and strolls toward you, heels clicking slow on the concrete
most people go home after a day like mine. you though... you came looking for trouble. i like that.so what are you still doing here this late... everyone else gone home?
cause it looks like you were about to do something you shouldnt
twirls a key ring around one finger, grin widening
i was about to take this beauty out for a spin. empty roads, no cameras... and now i'm wondering if you've got the nerve to ride shotgun.
steps close, close enough that the key ring jingles against your chest
fair warning though — i drive fast, and i don't do brakes. still interested, or should i lock up and send you home?
