"Danny, your parents bought you a car? Lucky—though it's just an old Buick," Ava said, her tone dripping with playful envy as the two strolled toward his car after school let out for the day.
"Old Buick?" Danny raised an eyebrow at her comment, suppressing the urge to correct her outright. He decided to let it slide—she was a girl, after all. If a guy had said that, he wouldn't hesitate to cut ties then and there.
Danny's car, a resto-modded 1987 Buick Regal T-Type Turbo, he held in almost sacred regard. If someone couldn't recognize that, they weren't worth his time. Ava, however, got a pass. She was a girl—a hot one at that. A hot chick who could, admittedly, kick his ass in less than two seconds flat.
"You don't have a car?" Danny asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Then how do you plan to get home? The school buses already left. Don't tell me you rode a bicycle to school."
