"Well, okay... Actually I have a surprise for you too, but it can wait until we get back." Belle smirked and  gave Taz a quick hug, then led the way to the garage. "Let's take the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.carthrottle.com%2Fworkspace%2Fuploads%2Fcomments%2F2015%2F08%2Flady-55c387ff857f7.jpg&amp;hash=d39fc7b1b40733a9ba45f72aeb609481" href="https://static.carthrottle.com/workspace/uploads/comments/2015/08/lady-55c387ff857f7.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ladybug</a>", she purred, pointing at the red and black VW Beetle. "I'd use the Harley, but after that meal I'm not sure I could lift both of us!" She giggled. The garage door opened automatically and they drove out into the afternoon sun, Belle handling the manual gearbox and clutch like a native European. "Have you ever driven?" She asked as she eased the car through the city traffic, not heavy at this time of day, but still a fair volume. "I'll teach you if you want. I'm guessing you don't have a licence." She chuckled. "Hell, I drove my first car when I was fourteen. It was my mom's and I 'borrowed' it to go visit a friend. Mom was furious! I couldn't sit down for a whole fucking week after the paddling she gave me! HEY, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS, GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE, DICKWEED!" The last was yelled out the open window at another motorist who was talking on his mobile, not hands-free, and had almost cut her up.<br/><br/>They pulled up outside the motorcycle dealer, and Belle climbed out of the car, to follow Taz around the side. "Oh wow. That is fucking brilliant! You got the owner's permission? Good. Yeah, I need to record this. Go stand by it...!" She pulled her phone out and, crossed the narrow service road, to get the entire mural in the screen then took several pictures. The owner of the business came out and, realising that Belle was clearly the other person in the painting (although he was obviously struggling to conceal his amusement at the age gap), offered to take a photo with them both standing next to it. Belle shrugged. "Why not." She handed him her phone and went to stand with Taz, wrapping her arm around the teen.<br/><br/>"Why don't you kiss, like in the painting?" He suggested.<br/><br/>Belle glared at him. "Dirty old man!" But then, she shrugged. "Why not..." And she turned and pressed her mouth firmly against the younger woman's.<br/><br/>She refused to pose further, but instead retrieved her phone and sent one of the photo's she'd taken to the record company executive that she'd emailed the photos Ellen had taken to, captioning it,<i>One More example.</i>With a grin she led Taz back to the car. "So, listen. I said I had a surprise for you too. I emailed some of your street art to a friend in a record company who owes me a solid.... WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANE, FUCKWIT!" the beetle's horn was a rather sad sounding little toot, but Belle's shout more than made up for it. She drove carefully, but fast, heading back home. "So, yeah, he loved your work and is willing to give you a trial run as a graphic designer. A lot of modern day bands like to have your sort of art on their album covers, I figured with your talent, you'd be wasted as a roadie."<br/><br/>She swung the beetle into her driveway. "So, what do you think?"