The sleek car glided smoothly through London's bustling streets, carrying Victor Mallory and Sarah Whitmore away from their successful meeting with Mr. Harrington. The thrill of the vintage car acquisition still lingered in the air, mingling with the palpable energy between the two occupants of the vehicle.
Sarah found herself sneaking glances at Victor as he expertly navigated the traffic. His strong profile, illuminated by the late afternoon sun, seemed to belong on the cover of a magazine rather than behind the wheel of a car. She couldn't help but admire the quiet confidence with which he handled both the vehicle and their earlier negotiations.
"I must say, Mr. Mallory," Sarah began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "your passion for these vintage automobiles is quite infectious. I never thought I'd find myself so captivated by the history and artistry of cars."
