[ 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. ]
( 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?
[ Gwen rolls her eyes, but it's playful- of course the guy behind the wheel doesn't know where they're going. but it's fine. ] Alright, I'll play navigator. But just so you know I'm used to the view from up there [ she points up ] on rooftop, so we might take a few wrong turns. Or turns down one-way streets. It's fine. It'll be fun.
[ nah, she wouldn't steer him that wrong, but she then points straight again, shifting around in her seat like this is a very serious job she's been given. ] We need to get to the west side of town, all the good stuff's on the west side. Cheap, but not garbage. And there's some places open late-night if you're a no-food-in-the-car person.
[ there's a pause, but then her hands rest on the dash, fingers drumming for just a moment, which makes her realize- ]
Wait, what is this? I know this song- [ her hands are drumming along ( nothing too wild! it's not her car, but she can't help herself ) before she can even place the name of the song ] Turn it up. Why's it so quiet-? [ she grins at him, knocking her brow up in a "c'mon, man" kinda way ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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?
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[ nah, she wouldn't steer him that wrong, but she then points straight again, shifting around in her seat like this is a very serious job she's been given. ] We need to get to the west side of town, all the good stuff's on the west side. Cheap, but not garbage. And there's some places open late-night if you're a no-food-in-the-car person.
[ there's a pause, but then her hands rest on the dash, fingers drumming for just a moment, which makes her realize- ]
Wait, what is this? I know this song- [ her hands are drumming along ( nothing too wild! it's not her car, but she can't help herself ) before she can even place the name of the song ] Turn it up. Why's it so quiet-? [ she grins at him, knocking her brow up in a "c'mon, man" kinda way ]