my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

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“So what if it is?”

The production numbers, editions, and cost were all things that, at the time of the car’s purchase, had not been on Seto’s mind. All that he was concerned with at the time was that it ran well and at high speed; beyond that, he’d left the make and model up to his younger brother’s choosing. Truthfully, he rarely even drove the vehicle—today had been at Mokuba’s behest; his little brother had reminded him that if he left it without driving it too long, it would rot, and the last thing he needed was a piece of trash sitting in his garage. 

Still, it was unusual to see any type of woman actually take an interest in the car before the driver, much less have her rattle off trivia. Most of the women that attempted to strike up a conversation with him only put on sweet faces and then gave up on their attempts to catch his attention when they realized that he had no intention of playing along. 

Seto kept a hand tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, only half-watching this girl out of the corner of his eye. 

        He’s given a minor shrug in response; pausing in her admiration of the car to give him a brief smile. “Then you have good taste, that’s all. Though, perhaps you should drive it more. It isn’t good for any car, much less a sports model, to be left to sit and collect dust.” This isn’t so much an insult as it is a friendly suggestion. From her observations she can tell the car is still in near mint condition despite it being a 2012 model– and she has no doubt that it had been bought that year. An expensive car like that was only worth it if it was brand new. The tread of the tires is hardly worn. The body still shiny and sleek. It seems a shame to let such a beauty sit in a garage and fester, she thinks.

        If he’s some sort of celebrity, she doesn’t seem to register it. Or, she doesn’t care. Either way, her interest remains mostly on the car. She keeps a respectable distance from it as she continues to inspect it. From her own experience, she knows how aggravating it can be to have some stranger drooling over your car, so after another minute, she steps back and finally turns her attention to the man himself – almost as an afterthought.

        “Sorry. Cars kind of consume my life. My name is Asami Sato, CEO of Future Industries,” she introduces herself with polite professionalism and offers her hand.