The Prophecy of the Second Moon
Even though it lasted for a mere second, it meant the world to her.
Shaylin opened the doors to the driver's seat and noticed Damian walking around to the boot, chucking his bag inside, all the time checking out her wheels but trying to be discreet about it.
“Men,” Shaylin laughed internally, and instantly an idea popped in her mind.
“It’s a 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, a gift from my grandmother Teia,” she smiled lovingly as she caressed Shelby’s bonnet sporting two thick white stripes in the middle. Trailing her index finger along the side of the car as she went to Damian, she playfully wiggled the keys in front of his nose. “Would you like to drive?” she offered with a huge smile, only
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