Leo handed her his phone. A pair of noise-canceling headphones was already plugged in. "I didn't just buy the car, Sarah. Listen to the track."
The engine didn’t roar; it hummed, a low-frequency vibration that Leo felt in his marrow. The Ferrari Roma sat in the middle of his dusty driveway like a fallen shard of a crimson star. I Got By A Ferrari For You MP3 Download
She put the headphones on. As the first notes of his song played—the one he’d written about their nights hitchhiking through Italy when they were broke and dreaming—Leo opened the passenger door. Leo handed her his phone
He held out the keys. They were heavy, cold, and silver. "I didn't buy it because we need a car. I bought it because you once told me that if you ever felt the wind in a Ferrari, you’d know we finally made it." Listen to the track
Sarah didn't take the keys. Instead, she took his hand and pulled him toward the driver’s seat.
"I don't care about 'making it,'" she laughed, wiping a smudge of blue paint from her cheek. "But I do care about how fast this thing goes. Move over."
He didn’t even have a garage. He lived in a house where the screen door groaned and the mailbox leaned at a weary forty-five-degree angle. But parked right there, idling with expensive precision, was the promise he’d made ten years ago.