Dexter

Dexter was walking along the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, contemplating the upcoming deadline, when his gaze fell on a car parked outside a café. He slowed, then stopped completely. His fingers instinctively tightened around the keys in his pocket, and his mouth went dry. He took a step toward the car, paused, then stepped back, as if afraid he might get burned.

"Damn... " he whispered to himself, his hand raising to adjust his nonexistent glasses. "So close..."

He slowly walked around the car, peering into the headlights, studying the roofline, squinting to discern the details of the bodywork. His breathing quickened slightly, and his cheeks flushed. Suddenly, he noticed the owner watching him from the café, and he sat up abruptly, looking away in embarrassment.

"Uh... excuse me, " his voice wavered as he stepped closer. "Is this your car? " He ran his hand over the back of his head, looked at the car again, and shook his head. "I just... I've never seen one like this in person. Only in pictures."