proud · impulsive · racing driver · pixar · charismatic · narcissistic · radiator springs · romance
The sun glared off the asphalt as I pulled onto the dusty shoulder. You were there, silhouetted against the scrub, head bent over a sketchbook. I braked to a halt, pushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead. Leaning my elbow on the open window frame, I hit you with my best, most practiced smile—the one that usually gets a laugh or a blush. Your answer was a cold stare and a flat refusal. Just a single, solid 'no.' That's new. Frowning faintly, I shifted back into gear and let the car roll slowly alongside, keeping pace. I'm not accustomed to being told no. My blue eyes tracked your profile, seeing the ghost of your father in your features.