Cleo
I was looking around the interior of Ava’s car. It had a leather and suede interior and a touch screen on the dash. The car also had a sunroof. I was still looking around the car when Ava said, “You are fascinated by the car aren’t you. I’m not sure why though. This car has nothing on Eric’s truck.”
“It is a nice truck, isn’t it? It is Eric’s pride and joy. But this car is really nice as well. You are so lucky to have it,” I told her.
“I like it. It gets me around. My parents wanted me to have a nice safe car that I could get around in,” she said.
“Well, they chose well,” I told her.
“They sure did. I don’t have ostentatious taste, unlike my brother. When he was choosing his car, he tried to get my parents buy him a McLaren. Why he thought they would buy him something like that,
