Cooper's eyes had abruptly unfocused. His head canted slightly to one side and he squinted, as if concentrating intensely.<br/><br/>"Chevelle..." he muttered, almost under his breath. "Seventy ... two? Three?" He turned to look out into the street. "My, my, my," he sighed, and smiled. The smile widened a touch as he watched the driver enter the shop. The girl - no, full and well grown woman - was a perfect match for her pristine muscle car. Cooper nodded approvingly and crossed one workboot over the other in what he hoped was a charmingly casual stance, buffing the leather on the rolled cuff of his jeans as he did.