"So... this is where you wanted to take me fishing? I thought it would be something wilder," I asked laughing as I got out of my car, which I had parked in the parking lot of the sport fishing club.
Phil, who was getting out of the driver's seat of his Mercedes, looked at me in surprise and laughed as he also got into character and answered jokingly. "Don't you think this place is wild enough?"
Laughing, I approached him and held out my hand, a gesture he returned as he shifted his gaze from me to my car.
"Nice machine you got there... I bought one of these when it first came out, I still have it today." He said after whistling. "But mine is red."
"Really?!" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Is yours in stock?"
Hearing my question, Phil looked at me out of the corner of his eye and then at my car. "My wife thinks it's stock..."
I hadn't thought he'd give that answer, which made me laugh. "My mother thinks I'm leaving her stock too..."
