“
Oh, you haven’t seen my car yet,” he chuckled to himself, “It’s the Juke,”
“The what?”
“The Juke.”
“Colour?”
His smile seeped through his voice, “Blue. You’re looking for the only blue car out here,”
“Great! See you shortly!”
Ending the call, Sydney pushed down her embarrassment as she headed for her door. She didn’t know cars — there was nothing about them that interested her. If you spoke about it enough, she would presume a Nissan Micra was a high-end sports car.
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