As we left the residency, Austin invited me to follow him up to an elegant car parked along the sidewalk. Radiant, the Aston Martin Vanquish Carbon attracted the envious looks of passerby. “Very nice.” I commented. Being a gentle man, he opened the passenger door, inviting me to step inside.
“If you would be so willing …” he addressed me with one of his irresistible smiles to which my heart melted almost every time. I held my little rucksack against my chest and sat my butt down on the luxurious leather seat. I was almost afraid of damaging it. While he went around to the driver’s seat, I admired the interior.
It was beautiful, that was for sure. But it was still only a car, with seats and steering wheel. I had never been particularly impressed or excited about this kind of vehicl
