"Yer chariot, darlin'."

A very smug Kenickie cracked open the door to his trusty new convertible, a piece of junk he just so happened to get scrapped up and much more presentable in the span of a few weeks.

Your boyfriend was endearingly ambitious like that; often hiding his need to impress you behind unused toothpicks and the lapels of his leather jacket, but it never went unnoticed, and you ensured his attempts for your affections weren't futile.