"Well, yes, but I don't expect you to be working on my car around the clock." He'd give her a quick wink before pointing at her and taking a few steps back. "I expect you'll take good care of her." He'd point to the ignition. "Keys are in it. Let me know how it goes." With that, he'd turn and head for the dark car, patting the hood as he went around to climb into the passenger side.
A wave out the window and he was gone.
And she was left with the seven-digit former race car. Take good care of that baby, Tink.