Your Car is Cool

Ciara stared until her eyes ached upon hearing the price Scott was asking for his offer to buy clothes.

“Then, no,” she blurted. “I don’t mind wearing your clothes.”

“No, no, no! That’s not what I mean!” Scott stood up and put his hands on his hips, then ran his hand through his hair while sighing. “Ah... how should I put it?” he muttered, more to himself.

After looking confused for a moment, he stared at her. His eyes melancholic. “You have to make it through,” he said. “I mean... use your body, your abilities, as best as you can to win the competition.”

It was a request that made her heart blossom. She felt flattered and her face blushed. “Su—sure,” she stammered nervously.

Scott gave her a sideways smile that vanished in the blink of an eye. “Let’s eat,” he invited.

And they spent the rest of the evening at the kitchen counter, listening to Scott’s stories about his friends on the Silvercrest patrol team.

It was the first time Ciara had spent an evening with so much laughter and tr