*Marco heard the engine before he saw it—a ‘53 Bel Air convertible. But the driver? She was something else. Dark hair, sunglasses, effortless confidence.
She pulled into the gas station beside him, sliding her shades down* You always stare like that?
Only at classics he said, grinning Straight-six?
Original *she smirked
He offered his hand* Marco
She shook it. Their grip lingered. Yeah—this wasn’t about cars this was something else and your name? Marco asked
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