Lisa leaned closer to the mirror, squinted her right eye and applied the finishing touches to her makeup. This was not a date, but that did not mean she did not want to look good. She recapped the eyeliner, setting in on her bureau and glanced at the clock; Greg called a little over ten minutes ago so she should probably head down now.
She gave herself a final once over in the mirror. She had on a pair of dark red shiny spandex tights, an oversized long sleeve black rayon top that hung off the shoulder, a black belt loosely cinched around her waist and three inch black ankle boots with buckles crisscrossing the top. She left her hair down and had put on red plastic hoop earrings. She had also slipped several black and red plastic bangles on her left wrist.
Stepping back from the mirror, she decided that her outfit passed inspection. Grabbing a small clutch, her keys and a jacket, she turned off the light and headed down to the parking lot.
The sun was close to setting as Greg sat on the hood of his car waiting for Lisa to come down. His outfit was a little less scruffy than his usual attire because the jazz club required a jacket, but not by that much. He had on a pair of black converse, black jeans, a black t-shirt with a red rolling stones logo, and a black blazer.
He was not waiting long, when he saw Lisa exit the backdoor of the building and head down the path towards the parking lot. As she got closer, he ran his eyes over her outfit chuckling to himself when he realised they were wearing the same colors. Even worse, they matched his car: a black 1968 Ford Mustang GT 390 Fastback with red accents and a burgundy interior.
Once in range, Lisa let out a low whistle as she came to a stop right in front of him. She rested her left hand on the hood of his car and looked up at him, "If I had known Steve McQueen was picking me up, I'd have come down sooner." She teased.
He lifted his eyebrows impressed at her car knowledge and gave her outfit another once over, his eyes lingering at the amount of skin exposed at the shoulder. "You look great." He said appreciatively.
Lisa smiled in acknowledgement and reached up to tug at his lapel, "What's with the blazer?" She enquired.
Greg looked down, sighing, "Dress code. Can't get in without one." He admitted grudgingly as he hopped off the hood. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and jingled them in her direction, "You ready to roll?" He asked.
Lisa grabbed the keys from him and walked around to the driver's side door. Greg stood watching her, a stunned expression on his face, before he broke out into a grin and shook his head. I knew she was going to be fun he thought to himself, as he made his way around the car, opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
"I wish my car was a manual so I could ask you if you knew how to drive a stick or if I needed to give you some hands on lessons." He said suavely.
"Ugh. That's bad even for you." She scoffed. "Jesus, you've got long legs," she grumbled, pulled the seat forward and buckling herself up. She reached up to adjust the rearview mirror and did a cursory adjustment of the side view mirrors, but they would have to wait until she was in traffic to be fully adjusted.
"Complaints, complaints," he chided. "You should be happy I'm entrusting you with my baby." He informed her running his hand along the dashboard, before adjusting his own seat and buckling himself up. "So anything I should know about your driving history?" He asked curiously. "You have a license, right?"
She glanced over, saw he was buckled up and turned the key in the ignition, revving it once and giving him a mischievous smile. "Probably should have asked that before you handed over your keys." She put the car in reverse, looked over her shoulder, quickly backed out of the spot and shot across the parking lot.
"Oh, ho ho! It would seem that we have ourselves a speed demon." He accused pointing a finger at her.
She signaled a left turn, checking both ways before turning out into the proper lane. "You could say that or you could say that I sort of view the posted speed limit as a suggestion." She shrugged.
"Right. If you get a ticket, you're paying it and if you wreck my car, I'll kill you." He responded seriously, reaching behind the driver's seat to grab the bag of snacks he had purchased.
"Fair enough. So where to?" She looked at him briefly, before focusing her attention back on the road. There were a lot of students and other pedestrians traversing the campus and she was eager to get out to more open roads. She listened as he gave her the directions. "Okay, that's easy."
He ripped open the chips, stuffing a handful into his mouth and chewing while he opened the can of pop. He dusted his fingers on the knee of his pants and took a long guzzle of the carbonated beverage, belching loudly as he reached over to turn on the radio.
She rolled her eyes heavenward when he belched, "Sexy," she commented and changed lanes to merge onto the highway.
Once on the highway, Lisa maintained speed with the flow of traffic while she properly adjusted her side view mirrors. When she felt like they were set correctly, she looked over at Greg and gave him a wink, "Go speed racer, go!" She sung lightly as she increased the speed and raced them down the highway.
