‘I know, its going to be her first and last ride in my worn-out car ‘Adam muses, stealing a glance at Sarah’s delicate face and beautiful, glistening locks.
‘I wish it were a charming luxury car . She would hate me ,’ .Negative thoughts merge and disperse , creating a tangled web of anxiety in Adam’s mind.
‘Let me try and live in the moment with the girl of my dreams .’
‘Ah! I love that song !,’ they exclaim together , tuning the radio higher .
‘Adam, your car reminds me of my granddad’s car. I loved it.’
‘Really?’ Adam heaves a sigh of relief.
Word count- 99
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
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