"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
"Try thirty grand." Dakota grins devilishly.
"WHAT?" My heart along with my soul, jumps out of my body after hearing the outrageous amount.
"THIRTY GRAND!?!" My eyes, nose, mouth, ovaries all pop open in shock.
"For a stupid paint job??" My gaze slowly shifts to the shiny red car with MOTHERFUKER etched into it, then crawls back to the AI asshole who is smirking like a tyrant king after stealing the land and cattle from the poor.
"This stupid paint job.." He points at his car and says, "Is a three-coat Thermochromic paint that uses Leuco dye technology, which contains numerous liquid crystals that change colour when absorb heat or UV light from the Sun."
I blink at him, trying to understand what birdie language he is speaking.
"Come here. Let me give you a demo." I feel a hand on my back as Dakota enthusiastically leads me towards his car.
I was half-expecting him to pull out a magic want and start chanting spells, but instead, he simply places my hand flat against his car's red rear, and presses it lightly with his hand.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I couldn't help but notice how big his hand is compared to mine, and just as warm as the metal of his stupid Tesla.
After a few seconds when he lifts my hand away from his car, my jaw drops and I gasp out loud, staring at thesorcery before my eyes.
The paint that was once a vibrant red has now transformed into a royal blue colour, perfectly shaped like my hand print.
What in the name of Dumbledore is this?
This car seems like it graduated straight out of Hogwarts, and thrown right in front of my muggle ass.
"Magic, right?" Dakota smirks, flashing his teeth proudly.
I purse my lips and pick up my non-working brain which is all over his stupid car, pretending not to be impressed by the colour changing paint.
Whatever, I have seen better Chamelion videos.
"But why do I have to pay the entire amount of the paint job for a small scratch?" I ask him defensively.
Yes! Atta girl! Don't fall into his trap!
"That's a good question. I like it." Dakota nods his head as if he is impressed. "And I would love to answer it." Then smirks devilishly.
I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what games his inner demon is playing now as he points his finger at the scratch.
"A. That's not small. That's pretty massive like 7 inches." He says, like proving a theorem. "And every girl knows 7 inches is quite BIG, especially when the world average is just 5 inches."
