[ He wants to hit the open road soon. Leave the city behind and push the Challenger further, make her sing under his hands. In the meantime, he keeps the pace casual, not really feeling the need to show off; if Kimberly wants him to, he can prove his worth behind the wheel, but right now, he feels good just easing himself in.
There's no police chasing him, no crazed criminal with a thirst for blood. There isn't anything but the beats of the music, the beautiful girl at his side, and possibilities.
The music switches it to the next song, to which Baby sings along immediately, without thought - under his breath, but still. He stops when he realizes, and then looks over at Kimberly. ]
Not really anything. I've been told I'm not much of a talker. I'd rather you talked.
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There's no police chasing him, no crazed criminal with a thirst for blood. There isn't anything but the beats of the music, the beautiful girl at his side, and possibilities.
The music switches it to the next song, to which Baby sings along immediately, without thought - under his breath, but still. He stops when he realizes, and then looks over at Kimberly. ]
Not really anything. I've been told I'm not much of a talker. I'd rather you talked.