“Good eye. It’s an R8 Spyder. Call me a snob, it’s the only kind of car I’ll drive.”
“Why?” Amanda thought of her crummy little compact Korean car and felt mildly put out with him.
“I like how it looks. I like how it handles. And—I can afford it.” He smirked, dodging around another car as they headed out of town.
“Compensating?” She immediately regretted the remark. It was the kind of thing she would say to her brothers and cousins. “Sorry. Sometimes that stop filter doesn’t work.”
Instead of being offended, Trent laughed. “Never for a moment,” he replied with a cocky grin. “If I were, wouldn’t I drive something—bigger?”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes