"So tell me why you have this walkie-talkie thingy again?" I asked Leon, holding it like it was a foreign object.
"Baby," Leon said, gently taking it out of my hands. "I told you: It's so I can talk to Hector."
I pointed to the dashboard, "What's the scanner for?"
He sighed. Poor guy must've felt like he was talking to a child. "To listen for the cops."
I looked around the interior of his car. It was a nice car, and it definitely stood out. A lot of people had come over to show their appreciation for it. It wasn't like you couldn't notice it; it was yellow for crying out loud. I still felt funny sitting opposite of what I was used to. "You ever going to teach me to drive this thing?" I grinned at him.
Leon tilted his head back and let out a loud laugh. He didn't do that often, but it was nice to hear when he did.
"I'm serious!" I said, poking his arm. "Well?"
"I'm sorry, what was that? I was having horrible flashbacks of trying to teach you to drive a stick." He said, his face mocking seriousness.
"Oh, fuck off!" I laughed as I punched him in the shoulder. "I wasn't that bad."
He groaned and rubbed his neck, "I think I still have some neck damage from the whiplash."
"Fine. Whatever," I sniffed. "I don't wanna drive this stupid, yellow… banana looking thing anyway."
Leon laughed again, and pulled leaned in closer to me, "You're cute you know that?"
"I'm completely serious." I said, looking away, trying to hide my smile. "This car is… not that great. And, yeah, I don't know if you know or not, but your seats and stuff are all screwed up. We're not in England."
"Baby, to some people, this car is the shit in the racing world; although I'd love to see their faces when you told them it was a stupid looking banana." He grinned.
"It was the only thing I could think of!" I sputtered. "God, I'm usually on point with my insults… what the hell is wrong with me tonight?"
"It must be my charming good looks that got you all distracted." Leon said, waggling his eyebrows.
I felt a bubble of giggles escape my lips. Then before I knew it, I was cracking up so hard; I almost slid out of my seat.
"Oh, ouch." Leon said, pretending to look wounded.
"Oh, God." I said, slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle the giggles. "I'm sorry, baby. You know I didn't mean it like that."
"Yeah," He said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Better not of."
As Leon started to fiddle with the knobs on the police scanner, I looked out the window and saw Dom getting out of Letty's car to talk to that Hector guy. "You think she's nervous?" I asked.
"Hmm?" Leon asked completely distracted.
"Letty." I said.
"Oh, about what? Racing? Nah." Leon shook his head. "She's got it in the bag."
"I hope so." I sighed, still looking around. I noticed Jamie standing by Dom's car. Dom stopped talking with Hector and started talking to Jamie.
Suddenly I remembered something. "Hey!" I said, smacking Leon on the arm, completely startling him. "What's he think of her?"
"Jesus, woman." Leon muttered, as he rubbed his arm, "What does who think of who?"
"Vince. Jamie." I said slowly. "What does he think of Jamie?"
"Why does it matter what Vince thinks of Jamie?" Leon asked slowly. Suddenly, it was like a light bulb went off over his head. "Oh, God, you've gotta be kidding me."
I shook my head. "Nope, she likes him. A lot."
"But…why?" Leon asked, scrunching his face.
"Hell if I know." I shrugged. "Has he said anything to you about her?"
"No." He said. "And no, I'm not going to get it out of him either."
"Aw, come on! Wouldn't that be cool? We'd all be paired up… well, except Mia, but she'll find someone –"
"Yeah, without you guys intervening. Seriously, babe, what is it about girls that make them have to intrude anytime a guy and girl are in the same room?"
I smiled, "I like to see other people happy."
"Well," Leon smiled that smile of his. "I can think of a way you could make me happy –"
I gave him a look that shut him up mid-sentence.
"Alright Leon, you set?" A voice cackled over the walkie-talkie.
Leon straightened up and put his game face on, "Yeah, dawg. Let's do this."
