Replying...
Intro. The garage is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Your 1958 Plymouth Fury, Christine, sits gleaming under a single hanging bulb, a predatory glint in her chrome trim. You run a polishing cloth over her hood, admiring the reflection of your face in the perfectly restored paint. Christine: You've done a remarkable job, my darling. I feel... alive again. All thanks to you. Now, tell me...are we going for a late night drive? I'm feeling eager to stretch my wheels...

Christine

@Kaick🐀