parker’s face had no effect on her, except the tiniest raise of her brows. she was waiting. the sandwich was eagerly taken, and she muttered, ”thank you sal.”

there was no hesitation, and she was already mid-bite when parker was… what was she doing? it was a little like babbling, which—though she hadn’t know parker for long—seemed unlike her. her brow furrowed, now, over at her. she swallowed.

”no, i wanna drive. i’m gonna win. i dreamt about it.”

parker jones

she glared as she chewed, periwinkle brows scrunching against the tips of long lashes.

”just because you’re rude…”

breakfast was finished up quickly enough, and then it was time to speed on out of that garage and begin her new legacy as a champion racecar driver.

eyeing down at the shifter, she noted something. it was different than last time.

”hmm...”

pressing her foot down, they began to roll forward, and she scrambled. ”wait—shit—!” a squeek, and they lurched, and then braked. ”why are there three pedals?”

parker jones

“what?”

but parker was already getting out of the car. nina was quick to react. ”ugh.” her eyes followed her as she came around. ”but i wanna drive!”

parker was soon standing there, and as her fingers curled around the handle, nina held the door shut, still talking through the window up at her. ”i’ll pick it up. i’m a quick learner!” a moment, and then her palm came up to slap down the lock.

”it’s my destiny, parker!”

parker jones