Whoa.

[ yes, she's "whoa"ing at the nice car. before he pulls to a stop, of course, for the sake of being Cool About It. but once he's leaning down to talk to her, she is too, forearms resting on the door so she can peek and actually get a good look at the dude, make sure he matches his picture. and hey! he does. wild. which is good, because nobody likes stranger danger.
]

I think I am, actually. You weren't joking about this car. I mean, I know zero about cars, but this one's pretty. Did you get to bring it from home, or did you just happen to find the coolest ride in the city and buy it as soon as you got here?

[ wellll so much for being cool about it. she doesn't wait for his answer before pulling the door open and getting inside, slouching low in the seat because what is good posture? it's a little dark in the car, but that's fine. it means maybe it won't be so obvious that she's absolutely just checking him out for the first long moment after she closes the door behind her. maybe? eh. who cares. it's fine either way. ]