First Glance
One look can mean more than a thousand words…
~Cars 2 © PIXAR 2011~
A/N: Just a little something to keep me preocupied while I have a bit of writer's block for Back-up Plan
Initially meeting her at the Grand Prix party had been pure luck.
With sleek curves and bright eyes, any man would have been a fool not to notice her.
Be that as it may, she actually had to get his attention originally.
The way her tires skimmed smoothly over the tile, with hardly a sound astonished him, as did the fact that someone so beautiful would even take the time to speak to him. But speak she did, tentatively and softly, with the stunning British accent of hers.
He had put his charm to the max, though it was momentarily forgotten when the subject of 'Karmann Ghia' and 'air-cooled' came up.
She was a bit forward, but quickly amended her informality by suggesting they 'rendezvous'. And after some explanation from his friends, having arrived with a proud swagger at having so stunning a car even pay him the slightest bit of attention—even if his companions didn't believe him about her asking him out, though the brief mishap with the leaked oil appeared to have been seemingly forgotten—had become even prouder when he caught her eye again, waving gaily with a tire.
You could say she had him from 'hello'.
