KNOWING HIM.

We park his white Lamborghini at his ample parking lot and we step out, the large box of pizza in my hands. Time really flew on us at the beach and only darkness reminisced us that we needed to head back. That is how freaking fast time flies when you are having a good time, huh! But when life is screwing you, time drags worse than a tortoise pace. We didn't talk much except a few jokes here and there, but it was great all the same. I feel so fresh and new.

I glance at my Porsche well parked between his two heavy machines. He had it delivered here the day after our encounter. I don't know whether I should be grateful for that accident or not, but at least I didn't end up sleeping on the street. I would have cursed this baby a million times if that happened.

"We can drive your baby around town tomorrow." He says, eyeing it as if he doesn't own two different models.

"I kind of miss it, but I hate driving." I state.

"Who on earth hates driving especially a sweet rare babe like this one?