[Her raised brows serve double duty as a reaction to the car and his words.]
Don't be jealous.
[She opens the door on the passenger's side and slides in, adjusting the umbrella so it lays flat across her lap. No seatbelt. Quite the little delinquents, aren't they.]
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Don't be jealous.
[She opens the door on the passenger's side and slides in, adjusting the umbrella so it lays flat across her lap. No seatbelt. Quite the little delinquents, aren't they.]