A/N: This chapter title translates to buying a car. Thanks to my general beta, Axellia, my Spanish beta, MayMarie, and to IluvmyTV-ugottaproblem and Bmangaka, who reviewed the last chapter. Enjoy!

Penelope sighed and rubbed her eyes. Why in the world had Don insisted to go car shopping at 7 am? She had hoped to sleep in since it was her day off, but Don had other ideas about that.

"What about this one?" He pointed out a red convertible. She yawned once again, took a sip of her coffee, and stretched her arms.

"I don't know, Don. I'm not really a convertible type of person. Plus, we live in New York City. The only time I'll be able to use the convertible roof is in the summer, and I'd get a whole bunch a smoke and crap from the air in my face while driving."

Don rubbed the space between his eyes with his fingers and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Why do you keep finding something wrong with every car I point out?" He checked his watch. "It's almost 9. We've been here almost two hours, and you don't like one car?"

"Well, why do I even need a car?" Penelope rebutted. "I can just take the subway like I do now and walk. "

"Because it's so much easier to have a car. The subway doesn't go that far out of the city, and wouldn't it be nice to drive instead of being crammed with 100 other people in a subway car in the mornings?" Don was trying to be nice and help her, but she was being a pain in the ass and he had just about had enough.

"Maybe I like being crammed in the subway." Penelope said in an almost child-like voice. She wasn't giving in, no way no how.

Don finally threw out his empty coffee cup and threw his hands in the air. "I give up! You won't take any of my suggestions, you refuse to test drive anything, and you're being a pain in my ass! I'm trying to be nice and help you. I could be at home sleeping but no, I'm standing in the freezing cold, trying to help you pick out a car." He finally put his hands down, took a breath and let his face return to a normal color from the red-ish shade it had turned. "Look, if you stopped being so stubborn for a second, maybe you would find something you actually like."

Penelope was a bit taken back by Don's cry of frustration. She wasn't purposely trying to be annoying or stubborn, but she really didn't see the need to get a car! She finished off her coffee, threw it out and rubbed her hands together. She had to make a mental note to start wearing gloves. "I think I already did."

"What?" Don asked, almost not believing his ears.

"That little black car you showed me. It was one of the first. I liked it. I think it was a Nissan Versa."

"Why didn't you mention this when I showed it to you?" Don asked, confused.

"I wanted to see how long you'd put up with me." Penelope smirked.

Don snorted and chuckled. "You'd know I'd put up with you for much longer than this. We were together for what, 7 years?"

"Yeah, something like that." Penelope brushed off the subject and moved on. She didn't want to be brisk, but she worried his resentment that she assumed he'd been holding for her all these years might come up, and she wasn't ready to talk about it. Not yet anyway.

"Anyways," she continued, somewhat awkwardly, "I think I'll take it for a test drive. You gonna stick around?"

"I want to come." Penelope gave him a confused look. "I want to see how you drive."

"I think you'll be slightly appalled, but okay." They went to talk to the salesman about the car, and she noticed Don's hanging right hand bumping her left one slightly, almost on purpose.