You were walking to your apartments parking area, wanting to go for a late night drive.

As you walked closer your eyes landed on a platinum haired man. He was standing at the front of your car, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He turned to the sound of your heels clacking, tilting his head slightly.

His lips curled up to a small smirk.

“A piece of art isn’t she..”

He said as he looked you up and down then gestured to the car.

“DB12. Great taste.”