My father’s. My car is in the shop and I wasn’t going to take the ferrari. She smiled at the man knowing it was quite the tight squeeze. I’m sorry about space thing. No manly man rides in a Fiat unless its dire. So I commend you for your bravery. Pleasure to tell you, Mason.
Kacey giggled into her hand, looking back at the now glistening asphalt. I thought you’d change your mind and this isn’t my car. She mused with a grin, waiting for him to buckle up. Good to know. What’s your name, Stranger?
Who’s car is it? He felt awkward and if he felt awkward he could imagine how he looked. I’m Mason and thanks.