Adelle was giddy upon hopping into the vehicle, especially when such a nice boy held the door open for her. She sat anxiously in the vehicle, placing her bag down between her legs and then buckling the safety belt. She could just squeal at the prospect of being in the car. The girl was definitely one of those that would stand next to your car in next to nothing to make it look that much better. She got some kind of rush from hearing the engine. It was the same rush she got from heavy, blaring baselines.
"I don't wanna come off as weird, but how fast do you think you could make it to Ann Arbor? This thing must handle really well too if it's good shape like this. Wow, and the seats are comfortable too." Adelle was expecting any minute now for Luke to tell her to sit there, look pretty, and shut up. But the car warranted her behavior. If he wanted her to be quiet he should have driven something less appealing, like a Lexus or an Altima. She definitely would've just gotten in, hoped it was stick and been relatively quiet.
Adelle's eyes were bouncing off of everything inside as if they were bullets ricocheting. She looked at the dash, didn't touch, didn't know if he'd let her. She looked at the windows, at the carpeting, she turned her head to look into the back, she looked at the gearshift, the size of the pedals. "I have a friend that would die to see one of these. How adverse would you be to pictures of me all dolled up in a bikini in front of your car?"