Wyatt dropped Candace off at the café, feeling anxious to get home. Wyatt walked her to her car.
“Whoa, Candace. Looks like you got a nice ride.”
Wyatt peaked in the driver's side window and looked in at the leather seats and redone dashboard. Candace smiled unashamedly.
“Yeah, my father fixed it up for me as a birthday present.”
It impressed Wyatt; he didn’t see her father as a mechanic. “Your father must have a hidden talent.”
Candace slowly nodded her head. “I thought the same thing this morning. I love it, though.”
Wyatt opened the door for her, and she slid in. He leaned down towards her.
“I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be at your house a little before 7.”
Candace smiled and nodded.
Wyatt froze at her smile and decided to see if he could extend it further. “And Your Maje
