( he takes just as much pride to anyone's appreciation of baby as he would a comment awed in his own direction; really she's pretty much an extension of him, that chevy, tapping the outside of his door appreciatively as she scopes it out. it's pretty obvious he'd agree with her, given how much he'd talked baby up and how she's front and center in the bio of an app that's suppose to put focus on other woman; but yanno, that '67 classic will always come first.

though, the entire time she's marveling in the car, he's just as so at her: the dusty freckles spotting along her cheeks, similar to his own, the gleam of her hues and the utter radiance that seems to bask from her features alone. it's not something he's used to, something that he sees too often, so yeah, sue him if there's a little stir of interest down below at the fact that he's about to have this beautiful woman in his car. )

Brought her from back home, pretty much the only thing I needed other than a duffel packed in the trunk. ( alright, so he'd had to leave behind the near arsenal he kept back there, too, but was able to at least keep some of the good stuff. and then she's slipping inside, and he doesn't wait too long to shift gears and head out of that lot, pursing his lips in thought of where they might be able to check out that'd still be open. )

Alright, I'm gonna admit I know squat about this place other than where to get a mean pie. You got any ideas?