She watched him study the course and then end up off a few inches. She understood because she was no math genius either. She just happened to have gotten lucky on that first shot.
Ella blinked slowly. She didn't understand half of what he'd just said. She was partially distracted by the pretty, but partially because she was not so much a car nut. She was quite proud of the fact that she knew what year her daddy's 'Vette was. "All I know is that it's white. And a convertible and has both the soft and hard time. It has red interior. We went all around looking for the right parts so everything on there has the same serial numbers and stuff as others of that year. It's my dad's baby." And that was the extent of her car talk.