Third Person Perspective
Thursday, 14/07/2022
Diane's House, Los Angeles, California, USAAfter Swift's detailed explanation of Wednesday night's events and his subsequent breakdown - faked and acted perfectly - Swift had taken a shower and was greeted with a hot chocolate upon returning to the kitchen.
"Hey!" Diane smiled at Swift as he entered the room, setting a ceramic mug with a fox design on it down where Swift had been sitting before. "Made you a hot chocolate. Two scoops, since I didn't know how much you wanted."
"Mind if I grab an extra scoop?" Swift asked as he sat down and Diane walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, no problem." She replied as she opened a cupboard and pulled a metal tin of Milo out and threw it over her shoulder. Swift caught it without looking and cracked it open, finding a teaspoon already in it. He shrugged and took it out, heaping some of the chocolate powder onto it before dropping it into his drink and stirring it.
"So, what's the hot chocolate for? Tryna win me over on some terrible plan, or bribe me to do your taxes?" Swift asked, smirking at Diane as she sat down next to him.
"No, I just figured you'd like it." She said with a shrug, taking a sip of her drink and side-eyeing Swift before turning to him. "I still haven't told you what I'll be getting you to do, have I?"
"Nope." Swift shook his head, setting his mug down and looking at her. "I guess you plan to now, then."
Diane nodded, taking another sip before setting her mug down as well. "I did plan for you to do some secretary work for me, but there's not much for you to do right now so..."
"I mean, if you can get me a truck and a car trailer I can go pick up my passion project from my place." Swift suggested, picking his drink up once more and taking a sip of it.
"And what exactly is this... 'passion project' of yours?" She asked. "Restoring a car or something?"
"Yeah!" Swift exclaimed with a smile, pulling out his phone and looking for a photo. "A 1970 Plymouth Superbird. It used to be dad's, but I guess he never got around to restoring it." He held his phone up so Diane could see it, showing the rusted car body sitting in Swift's garage.
"Not bad, not bad at all..." Diane nodded, flashing Swift a small smile. "I'll have it collected and brought here today... you can use the garage since there's currently nothing really in there."
"You don't have a car of your own?" Swift asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, no I do. Didn't you see it in the driveway when you were coming in earlier?" She asked, grinning as she realized that he in fact did not see the car in the driveway. "You gonna drink your hot chocolate?"
"Oh, yeah." Swift chuckled as he picked up the mug and put it to his lips, throwing his head back as he drank it all in one go. He set the mug down and his face contorted, the boy quickly regretting skulling the piping hot drink. "Ahh, it burns-!"
Diane merely laughed at him for a moment before finishing her tea and standing up. "C'mon, I'll show you. I'm proud of myself that I could get it... took a lot of work and even more saving."
"Got it before you were Governor?" Swift asked, standing up at the same time that Diane did. She chuckled at the remark, grabbing his wrist and gently towing him towards the front door.
"Duh. If you're as high-up as me, you need a good ride to get around in!" Diane exclaimed, pulling the door open and hurrying outside excitedly. Swift, whos wrist she had let go of as she opened the door, watched her excitement with a little laugh as he followed behind.
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