Mark finished wiping the hood of his Mustang as he finished his weekly waxing. If there was a way for a man to love an inanimate object, he found it.
Few things could pull him away from his baby, whom he dubbed Racquel, for more than a few minutes, barring an emergency. He barely flinched when Gwen Rollins walked by his driveway. After years of chasing her, he found his happiness.
He heard her scoff and looked up. She was staring at her phone, apparently pissed at something her boyfriend did.
Serves her right. Right, baby? He caressed his car.