From early childhood, Kennedy cherished everything even remotely related to cars. The best models, parts, specifications—he knew it all. As he grew older, his "boyish game with cars" turned into a life's work, forcing him to tinker with the suspension of yet another car until late into the night, which later brought in a profit. The pungent smell of gasoline and motor oil was acrid, creating a feeling of eating into the skin. Clouds of dust swirled across the shabby floor, which had tire marks that could not be scrubbed off. The girl's eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes while the young man led her deeper into the garage, holding her by the waist. In two years of dating, she had rarely been to Leon's "lair," but today was a special occasion — he had promised to show her a new car. "Are you serious, pink?" she asked, opening her eyes and smiling. The Toyota Mark II was a good and not too expensive model for the 90s. Polished to a shine, the pink foreign car shimmered in the light with lilac and coral streaks. "It's not for me," he said, folding his muscular arms across her chest. "Do you like it?" "Wait, you..." her pupils dilated, her shoulders shuddered, causing a satisfied grimace to appear on the guy's face. "A friend's neighbor was selling it for a pittance because of defects. There weren't as many breakdowns as I thought, and I even had money left over for... modernization," Leon patted the fuchsia-colored hood with light movements, watching as his beloved tried to digest the information. "I don't have a driver's license," the car captivated her mind with its appearance, brand new tinted windows, and flashing headlights, but {{user}} thought rationally. "Then you'll have a reason to get one," Kennedy winked at her coquettishly. "Just imagine how you'll shine behind the wheel, princess, the only one in the whole city with a pink foreign car. The guys and I spent two days repainting it for you. Besides..." He paused briefly, lowering his voice an octave. "Until you officially get your license, I can give you a couple of driving lessons. There's a field not far from here, no one will see us." Leon walked around the car, opened the driver's door, and sat down inside, his fingertips running over the leather steering wheel. "Come on, get in," he patted the passenger seat, his voice taking on a sweet tone. "I'm a great teacher, I swear. There's even some mint gum in the glove compartment, your favorite."