He lazily pulled the keys from his pocket, dangling them in front of her. "If you're that obsessed, here. Go take a look, kick the tires if you want."
Sophie didn't bolt for the door, even though she wanted to, because she knew another lecture was about to start soon. Instead, she sat right back down, clutching the keys like she'd just been entrusted with a newborn. Her eyes roamed over the polished metal, the tiny engravings, the smooth, weighty feel in her palm.
"This… this isn't just a car key," she breathed, reverent. "This is art. The craftsmanship, the detail, it deserves to belong to a ferreri. A ferreri SR3, no less. Rex, do you have any idea what people would do just to sit inside that thing?"
She held it up dramatically, and a few guys in the row behind almost fell out of their chairs craning their necks to catch a glimpse.
