His smile grew at the way she touched the dash. Oh to be under that hand himself. He nodded in thanks at her compliment. "I do tend to spend time in the garage. I also rebuilt a '68 Dodge Viper (http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/hrkuhzndjg9fgwbqlgfy_zpsqhdg9x9w.jpg) and a '69 Corvette Stingray (http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/e55bc7ee6fdc3e12b7cdbc6cf04e5b69_zps2iykti4i.jpg)."<br/><br/>He took the turn onto the street that Sal's was on. Already in front, there were a good handful of cars. If it was busy, he didn't worry. They'd be sat, no problem, having called ahead and making reservations of sorts.<br/><br/>He parked across the street and got out, then walked to her side of the car and opened the door, holding his hand out to her.