Of course he would. No hesitation. He spins on his heel, and yanks open the driver's side door. Keys are in the ashtray. He takes a deep breath, inhaling leather and years-old smoke, softened to something comforting and familiar.
'Mind the paintwork,' he says to her. He's something of an obsessive about paintwork and this car.
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Of course he would. No hesitation. He spins on his heel, and yanks open the driver's side door. Keys are in the ashtray. He takes a deep breath, inhaling leather and years-old smoke, softened to something comforting and familiar.
'Mind the paintwork,' he says to her. He's something of an obsessive about paintwork and this car.