110-Maybe A Date?

Carena:

Once I settled in beside Theodore, I couldn't help but notice Sawyer's sudden need for speed. His car zoomed past us like a streak of lightning, catching my attention. Theodore's gaze flickered toward me, almost as if he was gauging my reaction. However, I maintained a poker face.

"Looks like someone's in a hurry," Theodore remarked, a sly grin creeping onto his face. I adjusted my posture in the seat but refrained from responding to his comment.

"You know, folks who are always rushing end up in big accidents. That's why there's a saying, 'slow and steady wins the race,'" he chimed in, prompting me to cock my head in his direction, curious about his reaction.

"Just because one rabbit dozed off doesn't mean all tortoises stand a chance. Can't we pick up some speed? I need to be home early," I murmured, keeping my voice low and steady. It wasn't that I wasn't affected whenever Sawyer's name came up.

"Why? Is your loving family eagerly awaiting your return?" he teased, a playful