Once back, she cleaned up and prepped items for breakfast for her guest. That was fairly early, around 8:00AM or so. She supposed, he would be sleeping in today. He was most certainly exhausted from his trip and she, not knowing what time zone he was coming from, may be jet lagged, too. A couple of hours later, she heard the beginnings of stirrings ...
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... hit the electric window and rolled it down. "They're pulling it around now."
He paced around outside until the employee pulled up in a sterling grey Convertible Mustang. Nicole's eyes widened in surprise and stifled a laugh. She covered her mouth when the stifling eventually failed. Now, it's a nice, car. That's for damn sure, but could he be anymore cliche? I guess he could, he could have gotten a hybrid. She climbed out of her car and rested her arms and head on the roof, smiling.
"Cliche, huh?" he asked her laughing.
"A little bit."
He shrugged, "When in Rome. Maybe I can impress all the west coast birds with my wheels."
Like you need the car to do that. She thought. "Well, I can't mock your car with this little four banger, so..."
"No drag racing, then?" he asked climbing into the muscle car.
"Hardly." She said climbing into hers.
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