There was no hesitation in his approach as he strolled closer, an appreciative sigh easing out of him at the sight of the smooth planes, the fine lines of the body, longing to touch the beauty laid out before him. His fingers curled into his palm in a loose fist to stifle the urge to reach out and trail his fingertips over the perfect finish, gazing longingly at the new love of his life.
To hear he was allowed to drive, he paused for a moment, only his eyes moving to look at Tristan as if to say 'are you serious?' But he didn't need to be told twice to step over and slide into the front seat. It was definitely better to be on the driver's side. The wheel in front of him, and the feeling someone trusted him enough to hand the control over to him. Tristan had already given him a good solid push into a cheered up mood, and this was potentially going to put him over the edge.
"Under thirty," he agreed as he got the car moving, "and as a bonus, I won't push you out for dancing."