After pulling into the lot my brain started to work a little better. “Okay so that explains why you are picking me up, but why do you have Brian’s car?” I asked, still not being able to come up with an answer to this on my own.
“He thought you would be embarrassed if I picked you up in my car. In truth I think he just wanted to drive it.” He said, letting out a low chuckle.
“What kind of car do you drive?” I asked, raising one eyebrow at him skeptically.
“Just a Porsche. Nothing too fancy, it’s just a few years old.” He said, shrugging his shoulders in indifference. Me, not knowing anything about cars, had to look it up on my phone. I did so quickly, as if sending a text, and my mouth dropped open to form an O shape.
“Um, they all look pretty nice to me.” I said, scrolling down thr
