He really, really likes the date. The whole idea was kind of a shot in the dark – we don’t know each other well and we’ve never even talked about cars. Driving these classic cars is something I’ve always wanted to do. I was pretty sure that he would too. I mean, what sexy man wouldn’t like to drive equally sexy cars?! He likes it so much that when he figured out what’s happening he stops in his tracks and just stares after Monsieur Piroux and I as we walk towards the track, I smile inside. Well, I probably smile outside too because I’m really proud of myself and kind of embarrassingly giddy. The look on his face as his eyes meet mine is one I haven’t seen before, a look full of promise and suddenly I can’t wait to get done with the driving. God, I think I really like this guy. More than I’ve liked anybody in a long time. More than I cared to realize until his elation with my choice makes me beam like a total nerd inside. I thought that I knew there could be something here, but Joseph confessing his undying love for me threw me for a loop.
