It's a slick midnight black Ferrari 296 GTB. My inner car fanatic screams with glee. It's either brand new or the maintenance is god- level.
I turn to him excitedly.
"Are we riding in this?"
For some reason, he's standing there frozen and just staring at me with a peculiar look on his face. His eyes slide over me slowly, up and down. My body goes hot and I suddenly feel a bit too self-conscious with my mini dress.
"Uhm... do I look okay?" I'm forced to ask from the way he's eyeing me but feel more embarrassed after the words leave my mouth.
I shouldn't care what he thinks.
He clears his throat, licking his lips subtly and looking away quickly. "You look...okay. Let's go."
We step into the car and put on our seat belts. I can't help staring at the slight changes in his appearance, es
