“I think I have to apologise, my car knowledge is patchy. I can do general styles, but getting down to specific models is beyond my recognition. Though … do you have the Spyder model?” Summer’s admiration was open right now, lightly brushing a hand over the bonnet of several of the vehicles.
“Not a problem. Most people I talk to are like that, but as long as they can see the beauty in the cars…” he trailed off, watching her do just that. “Then they’re alright by me. And yeah, I do.”
“Can we have the top down? Please?” She begged. Given that cue, it actually didn’t take her long to find the right vehicle, and she circled it a couple times, clicking fingernails against the finish. “So beautiful. You just surround yourself with beautiful things, don’t you? I think I’m jealous, I don’t fit here.”
“I’d prefer it that way,” said with a smile, following slightly behind her. But the smile didn’t last, and faded into a frown. “Hey now…” he said, touching her arm again, and resting it there until she looked at him. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”
“That’s real sweet of you to say,” she told him, a hint of southern drawl creeping into her words. “I’m fine with how I look, really. You don’t have to tell me different.” Pulling the door open, she slid in, admiring the gadgetry of the dashboard. “Mmm, I could get used to this.” Her eyes sparkled at Tony. “I’ll have to come up with a reason why you should keep me around.”