"Uh oh, I'm screwed." Even his laugh was charming.
His car, or rather, his black jeep, really was him. In the summer, he could take the top off, let the wind blow his hair, even though he had cut it. It was almost better than flying.
"Better late than never. I also wasn't sure if you would actually want to date a musician." That wasn't ego talking. He wasn't a schoolboy like the impression he had of her last boyfriend. He had lived - a lot. She might not be ready for him, and he would have to slow down a bit. However, that could also be a good thing.