Location: Apex Designs; Old Sol International Airport
Siobhan changed into a
teal long sleeved v-neck shirt that wasn't paint stained while Joel cleaned up. Her black skinny jeans passed inspection so no need to change those. Finger combing the tangles out of her hair she wondered what was at the airport. It better not be one of those jokes like he tried with the blinker fluid. The conspiracy theories in the talk radio were actually interesting and she had jotted down a few topics to discuss later. Pick Joel's brain a little bit.
She was sitting in the living room when Joel came out studying the painting again and wondering if he'd appreciate one of hers enough to put it up here as well. Maybe. She'd ask him later.
There was an exciting anticipation in the silence of the Uber that they took out to the airport. His good mood was infectious and she didn't mind that her curiosity rose with each passing minute. They got there just as she was about to ask what they were out here for. Getting out she decided that she was going to keep quiet and enjoy the surprise.
The night was a little chilly and she hadn't quite anticipated it to get as cool as it had. Shivering a tiny bit she kept pace with Joel his mood getting more excited as they passed the receptionist who she smiled at and waved as they smiled back. It was a short walk to a receiving area where pallets were being unloaded. Joel's mood seemed to swing even further up as he smiled wildly. He swung his bag around and reached in for something. Drawing out a folder rolling it up and pointing out something covered in a silly metallic cover. “That's our piece right there.” He practically had to yell to be heard. His smile turned into a grin of epic proportions and Siobhan grinned back excitedly as they moved up to the desk.
The attendant, apparently someone Joel knew pretty well, shook his head and smiled broadly as they approached. “I don’t know how you pulled that one off old boy.” He said taking the roll of customs and import paperwork from Joel’s hand.
“C’mon, let’s see it,” Joel said. “I’m taking it outta here tonight.”
The small barrier that separated them raised as the lock was released. Joel took Siobhan’s hand quite unexpectedly and lead her over, not taking his eyes off the prize as they walked.
Uh wait...I bet he doesn't realize he's holding my hand. What's interesting is that I don't mind it. That's um...later. Dissect later. For now enjoy. This is going to be interesting. What has him so worked up? If I wasn't already fully bursting with curiosity I would be now.The roar of a heavy aircraft rotating down the runway sounded in the distance outside and the heavy covering fluttered lightly in the breeze that came through the air off the flightline. It was almost surreal, like a scene from a movie as they removed the clips from the base of the skid. The wind swept under rippling the metallic cover like a wave first teasing a black wheel and a letter-marked tire. They peeled it back slowly from the front, carefully rolling it as they went revealing carbon fiber angles and swooping aerodynamics in a satin-black finish. They flipped the remainder over the high, rear spoiler and folded it over storing it with an extra set of tires on the back of the pallet.
“Remember that bet I told you about?” Joel said turning back to Siobhan who nodded mesmerized by the beauty in front of her. “This is what I won.” Her eyes met his.
He's sharing this moment with me?!?!? And I'm freaking speechless!!! This is beautiful!!! I swear if it sounds half as good as it looks...dear god!!! And the ride?!?! The man is out to kill me with pleasure!!!Set before them and unmarked save for a small outline of Suzuka Speedway behind the driver’s window and the factory badging was the same car that raced in the Grand Prix with only one noticeable difference: there were two seats inside the roll-cage rather than one. Joel walked alongside running one hand over the refined lines of the wind-tunnel tested, completely hand-built body just barely allowing his fingertips to touch the paint. “Most of the time I was over there was spent building this car up the way I wanted it.” He said with the utmost seriousness. “It’s not legal for GT racing,” He continued, looking at it. “I wanted all the race restrictions removed, just so we could run flat out, no rules. We tested it at Suzuka over several days until I was satisfied.” He looked on solemnly.
Siobhan shivered in reaction to his fawning over the car.
Oh that is just SO SEXY it's wrong. Thank god he can't read minds right now. He wouldn't survive the ego trip he'd be getting from me.Digging in his bag he took out a metal plate. The standard Washington State, SOL CITY registration. The large characters spelled out LAPTIME.
“I once told someone the 300 was my Mona Lisa,” He said looking back. “This is the Sistine Chapel.”
Siobhan walked around the masterpiece in awe. She reached out but didn't touch it just hovered millimeters away from it. Putting fingerprints on it seemed wrong. She came around back to stand by Joel admiring his work of art. She was so keyed up that she got closer than she normally did; which typically was arms length or what she could determine was a safe zone. She was definitely within arms reach. Not crowding him but closer than she normally got. With the exception of the roof, of course.
“Wow...just...wow. I'm speechless right now. She's beyond gorgeous, seriously though no words do her justice. I really don't know what to say, other than thank you and if I don't get to ride in her then I may just kill you. Slowly. Then bring you back to life only to kill you again till you agree. You seem a decent fellow I hate to kill you.” She didn't seem worried about how close she was and actually was comfortable with the lack of distance. She trusted Joel and it spoke volumes for her to be able to relax in his presence and let her guard down. She grinned at him.
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