Isabella smiled at the valet as he noticed the two of them. She turned her attention to Giovanni as he spoke. "Yes, but it is a very nice car...." Bella said slowly, sounding a bit confused as to what he meant. She listened as he talked about the future, she couldn't help but feel blood rise to her cheeks. Her eyes moved with his to the large, sleek looking truck before them. She smiled at the new machine as Frank Sinatra beckoned them to enter.<br/><br/>As the valet loaded the truck, Bella looked over the rumbling monstrosity from the curb. She allowed Giovanni to lead her to the passenger side, she thanked him with a small peck on the cheek and slipped into the truck. The inside was a black leather, the controls looked just as sleek as the outside-Bella didn't expect anything less. "It's fantastic," Bella said with a smirk, looking over the inside. Her eyes moved back to Giovanni, a slender hand moving to rest on his thigh. Her mind wandered back to what he'd said just moments before.<em>'I thought what if in the future we needed more room.'</em>, her eyes moved over to Giovanni, wishing to ask him questions. "Why are you so nervous, darling?" Bella asked, realizing his unusual amount of tension.