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I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Hannah was supposed to meet me at my house 10 minutes ago. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was a big step for me - sharing my private sanctuary, my car collection, with someone.
As I pulled out my phone to text Hannah, asking where she was, a message from Sophia popped up. Again. It had been weeks since she'd been trying to get my attention, asking me out on dates, and suggesting casual meetups. I'd politely declined each time, but she wouldn't take the hint.
I ignored her message and began typing a text to Hannah. Just as I hit send, my gaze drifted up to see a figure walking toward me.
My heart skipped a beat.
Hannah.
As she approached, a warm smile spread across her face, and my breath caught. She looked stunning.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil in my chest.
"Hey," she replied, her eyes sparkling.
I couldn't help but notice the way her short hair carefully touched her shoulder, the way her smile lit up her entire face.
"You look beautiful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Hannah's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her smile still intact.
"Thanks," she said, her voice soft.
"Ready to see my car collection?" I asked, leading her toward the garage.
Her eyes widened. "I've heard you won't let anyone touch or see your car, not even sit on them"
I chuckled. "This tour is only for you".
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel grateful. Grateful for this chance, for Hannah's presence in my life, and for the opportunity to share my passions with her.
I led Hannah into my garage, where my prized car collection awaited.
"Wow, Noah, this is... incredible," Hannah breathed.
I grinned, pleased she was impressed. "Glad you like it."
I walked her through the rows, pointing out my favorites. "This is Lamborghini Avendator, this Ferrari 488 GTB..."
Hannah's gaze lingered on each car, her face alight with wonder.
"This is amazing," she said, turning to me. "You have exquisite taste."
I chuckled, stopping in front of my beloved Porsche 911. "And this one... my baby."
