Adam was glad to hear Tristan intended to do the driving today. Rather than his own Ford parked out the back, he preferred to travel in Tristan's car - that beautiful meld of machinery which was currently the only love of Adam's life, and even she belonged to another man. Wasn't that always the way.
When he emerged from the apartment building, he had a satchel type of bag slung over his shoulder, containing the items asked of him to bring along. Why an extra pair of socks and baseball hat? He had no idea, but it was his guess that Tristan did. It hadn't been a lie when he said he was interested to see what Tristan's idea of improving him was. He didn't feel his fashion sense was that bad, but all the same. He enjoyed the company, and it was good to see his friend having a better time of things lately. Very good.
With a smile to signal hello, he stepped over to the passenger side, because he didn't expect to take the wheel again. He hadn't even expected it the first time. With ease, he settled down into the seat, adjusting the contours of his back comfortably against it.
"I haven't worn a baseball hat since I was sixteen. Do I want to know why I need one now?"