We continue walking, and I only stop one more time to point at a car I’ve seen around town with the doors that swing up toward the sky. “I didn’t realize this one was yours too.” “Most of the cool ones around here are.” I laugh without meaning to. “How many do you have now?” He tucks his hand into his pocket—a habit I notice but never comment on. “Twenty.” I turn back to the photos to stop myself from staring at his sharp jawline. “Are you on the hunt for number twenty-one?” He nods, his lips twitching like he wants to smile. “I’m currently searching for a Dawn Drophead.” I stare at him
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