Parking Lot at the end of the Causeway, Thursday Afternoon

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So living on an island without any, you know, actual driveable streets meant Jake didn't get out in the GTO as often as he was used to. So, yeah, sometimes he came out to the parking lot to talk to it give it a wash (look, it accumulated a lot of dust just sitting there, okay) and maybe take it over to the mainland for a spin.

This time, though, something else caught his attention.

No, it wasn't that horrific black-and-yellow-minivan, but a black Chevy Impala.

"Nice," he couldn't help observing with an appreciative little grin. He still loved his own car best, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire others, right?

[ooc: expecting one, but could be open, sure!]