You Found Me

Five

5

  "You have a car?"

      My jaw drops at the sight of a shiny, black, and yellow car in front of me.

      I admit that I'm not really good with cars. But I'm sure it's not the typical one I see running on the streets. That's also why I couldn't hide my surprise right now.

     Plus, he looks really young to have a car like this. Well, maybe its his parents. But that will still kind of invalidate my first theory about him.

     Unless of course, if it's a car nap.

     Oh my God! Will you just stop thinking such things?!

     "Guess so," he scratches his forehead and then pats the hood of the car like it's not a big deal at all.

     Now it's confirmed. Maybe he's really a decent guy who comes from a decent family.

     I try to hide my surprise by diverting my attention while musing the jaw-dropping car in front of me.

     "It pretty looks like Bumblebee. You know, from that movie..." I state after a long moment of observation.

     "No," he disagrees almost immediately while knitting his brows. "Bumblebee has more yellow than black. My baby's different."

   Looks like someone's protective of his car.  "Whatever you say, smart-ass," I tease.

     He chuckles as he opens the door for me. "Get in before you get smitten with this smart-ass."

     I just roll my eyes. I don't know if it's the get in or the smitten part that made me oblige to him.

     "Is this even safe?" I ask as I fasten the seatbelt.

     He smirks. "Really, Mugglepie? You think I'll let something happen to you?"

     I shrug, nonchalantly. "You can't blame me though; I'm just talking safety here."

     "Hey, just so you know, I have a license. Not to mention that I nailed my driving test with a really impressive score." His chest almost puffs in pride.

     "How old are you anyway?" I ask out of curiosity as he rounds the car.

     "I'm turning 19 this year," he answers when he finally occupies the driver's seat.

     “Oh so you're older than me.” He really looks someone my age, although I thought of the possibility that he's older.

     “Why? Is that a deal-breaker or something? Can't you like someone older than you?” His comeback seems harmless but I feel my cheeks heating up at his comment.

     "How 'bout you?" I'm thankful that he continues the conversation, looking oblivious at my reaction as he starts the engine.

     I square my shoulders and sit comfortably. "Why, you shouldn't ask a lady's age, mister. It's etiquette."

     "Ah! Don't play the etiquette thing on me, missy. There's nothing wrong about asking someone's age as long as you're genuine about it. Woman should be confident to answer no matter how old they are without second thoughts. They're more than just the sum of their age."