Chapter 21: The Date, Part 1
The car glided around the curved road with a grace that only a beautiful machine could. It was modern, sleek and very clean, as if it had been just driven off the showroom floor. If Tristan meant to make an impression, he had.
Cianne loved the feel of the leather seats. Though to her, a car was just a way to get from point A to point B. The wealthy demanded more, but she was a simple girl. Tristan was one of the wealthy. The thought had Cianne shifting in her seat, suddenly feeling a bit generic.
"What?" Tristan asked as if sensing her unease.
"Nothing," she said, looking over at him then back to the pristine dashboard.
Tristan shifted gears with ease and increased the vehicle's speed. "You've been quiet since we left your house," he said glancing at her.
"Is this your father's car?"
"No." Tristan laughed. "My father prefers to be driven versus actually driving."