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How smooth you are when shifting gears.
And when it comes to Bunny?
I steadily bounce back and forth between never needing to glance at the speedometer and panic stalling.
Which is something I only did twice when first learning to drive.
I was ten and my mom had like just died.
What did my old man expect?
“What are you working on now?” Bunny curiously inquires at the same time I twist the cap off.
“Changing the oil still.” Carefully placing the object to the side is followed by inserting the funnel. “Gotta dump before you pump.”
“One of the finest third date rules there is.”
Rather than grabbing the bottle of oil, I shoot her a lifted eyebrow. “You fuck on the third date?”
“Evidently,” she curls her fingers around the edge of the counter in a sassy nature, “I fuck without a date.”
“Huh,” is grunted alongside an uncomfortable neck scratch. “I guess I…er…um…we…never did...take you out.” Another cringe is flashed. “Or even…I mean…We uh…never even asked, did we?”
“Nope.” Her expression remains mirthful. “You two just did a whole caveman bit.”
More winces mindlessly escape.
“Lucky for both of you that I’m kinda into it.” A wink is sweetly sent in my direction. “When it comes to you two that is.”
It’s my turn to let heat creep into my cheeks.
“I actually…haven’t been on a real date since…” the end of her sentence not only noticeably fades, it causes her stare to fall to her Converse covered feet. After a brief moment of silence, she swallows whatever it is she’s uncomfortable discussing and meets my stare again. “Let’s just say it’s been a while.”
Knowing if I push her for more information on the missing portion of the conversation, I’ll be simultaneously pushing her away is what leads to me simply picking up the container to resume the last task. “What’s a while?”
“Few years.”
I effortlessly remove the top at the same time I ask, “Where do you wanna go?”
“Is that really how you ask a woman out?”
“It’s how I ask our woman out,” I poke back during the careful pouring. “And wherever she wants to go, is where we’ll take her. Chinese. Japanese. Thai-”
“So, Asian cuisine? Is this somehow tied to your Speed Racer obsession?”
“Doesn’t have to be Asian. It can be Italian. Or Indian. Or fusion. We would try fusion! Crystal Waters has a number of those. Plus, if we do that, Nolan’ll spend at least thirty-five minutes tryin’ to figure out what to order, which is like a Broadway production, so really you’ll be gettin’ dinner and a show.”
Another round of snickers bounces around the garage.
That’s the other reason I want her down here.
I wanna hear that sound.
Fuck, I have never loved a sound as much as that one.
Admittedly the rumble Nolan makes when he comes is a close second.
But that’d be weird to listen to while rotating tires or refilling windshield wiper fluid.
