The word cute did not describe his car. Cute wasn't even in Arron vocabulary about the car. It was hot. It was beautiful. It was sexy. It was not cute. He narrowed his eyes at her for saying it, but turned away after the door was closed and he was on the other side to hear her answer.
"So life's been pretty much the same as always." He smirked, putting the car into gear and speeding off. What could he say, he loved fast cars. "No siblings, bastard father trying to grasp onto my mother's money until I got him arrested. Lived in New York all my life at one of three places just in the city that my mother owns. I fight in MMA here at the University, but I'm part of an underground community back in the city. So same old, same old."
It took little time to get to the airport hanger where his parent's plane was waiting. He had driven the path so many times by now for random trips he felt like taking that he could have done it blindfolded. And the car handled the turns like a champ when Arron refused to slow down.