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“Whoa,” I gasp.
Still feeling leftover awkwardness from the foot massage, I search for something to say. “Nice car.”
As he pulls the car away from the curb, I roll my eyes at myself. I could have come up with something better than that. Plus, I don’t want him thinking I care what kind of car he drives.
“It’s a Panamera,” he says.
Since that means nothing to me, I reply, “Oh.”
He gives me a sidelong glance. “You don’t know what a Panamera is, do you?”
“I don’t know anything about cars, really. This one seems nice. And expensive.”
“It was just a hundred K. But you’re not impressed.”
“Why? Should I be? It’s a just car.”
“Just a car?” he repeats with skepticism.
“I mean, I get that cars mean more to a guy than a means of transportation. It’s a penis extender, right?”
He stares at me. “For some guys, sure.”
“But not for you?” I brave.
Turning his gaze back toward the road, he seems to chuckle to himself. “You wouldn’t believe me no matter what I say.”
There’s only way to find out.
I quickly pull my mind out of the gutter and try to think of something else to talk about.
“Some guys care about cars because women care about cars,” he adds.
“No, we don’t. You know what my dream car is? A Honda Accord, because it’s a good value, fuel efficient and lasts a long time. Though if I can afford it, I’d get an electric version.”
His car tells him to turn down University Avenue.
“Let’s say you can afford any car you wanted—” Darren starts.
“I’d still get a Honda Accord.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t need anything fancier. I’d rather spend whatever extra money I had on something else.”
“Like feeding the homeless?”
“Yeah.”
“You think that now because you don’t know what it’s like to have a lot of disposable income.”
“I can’t imagine what I would do with a fancy car that I couldn’t do with a Honda Accord except show it off. But the sort of people who would care what kind of car I drive are not the sort of shallow people I want to know.”
“That’s harsh. Are you saying people shouldn’t treat themselves to something like a nice car? They have to end world hunger first?”
I knit my brows in thought, but eventually respond, “Why not? The world would be better off if a few less fancy cars meant more kids didn’t have to go hungry.”
He turns silent.
