Rachel couldn't care less about her own car. He'd be there when she needed it, and someone could always be sent to get it for her.
"I can't disagree. You've always had an excellent taste for French cuisine, Alexander." She could remember the meetings in restaurants with clients, so many that she couldn't count; for every occasion, Alexander had the perfect restaurant. "Not to mention the wine." She smirked, purposedly making her thigs touch Alexander's.