I grab the key and unlock the doors.
“How come you knew this was his car?” Ana asks.
“It’s… it’s… wh…” Liz turns completely red.
“I can’t believe Hendrick said this car is his,” I say.
“He mentioned he has a yellow Porsche, but I was skeptical when he said he was without a car!” she replies, waiting for Ana’s response.
“Is he always so cocky?” Ana asks me.
“Sometimes, and he doesn’t even need all that.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t,” Ana says.
“Come on, hop in, girls!” I stand by the driver’s door while Ana and Liz stand on the other side.
“You can sit in the front, Liz; I’m getting out before you.”
“Of course not, Ana; I don’t want to get in the way of your romance.” Ana starts laughing.
“Romance? Where’d you get that idea?” Ana laughs again.
“You were kissing.”
“I know! And by the w
