At first, Sarah thought she was seeing things. But the vision remained the same. Instead of Kurl standing on her doorstep, it was the boy with the beautiful name.He looked just as surprised by her as she was by him. “You…you look nice,” Bent whispered. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest. “Thank you.” She sighed. “I’m not going to find Kurl locked away in the trunk now, am I?” she quipped. Bent stared at her. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to refocus his attention. He didn’t even crack a smile. “Uh, no. Kurl had car trouble.” He cleared his throat strangely and held his arm out to her. Sarah narrowed her eyes. “Car trouble? Seriously? Kurl cares more about his car than he cares about himself.” She glared at him as she took his arm. “What did you do?” Bent bit his bottom lip, smiling. “I may have tweaked his Porsche a bit.” Sarah frowned. “Nothing permanent, right?” Bent’s grin widened. “I happen to be well-versed in dealing with complicated machinery. I doubt Kurl is.” He clenched his jaw, thinking. “If Kurl behaves himself, I might rectify the problem.” Sarah shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” Her eyes dropped down to take in Bent’s outfit. He sported a tux. But it wasn’t the typical black and white tuxedo most guys wore. Bent’s tuxedo was jet black. Its exotic material seemed to glimmer in the faint light around them. His hair was slicked back, making the angles of his face more prominent. He was more handsome than ever.Instead of his usual boat shoes, he wore soft black leather shoes. Sarah squinted her eyes. It looked as if the buckles on his shoes were made of gold and diamonds! Bent’s expression had grown blank as he walked her to his car. When Sarah saw the car, she became extremely nervous. It looked just as intimidating and fierce as its driver. The car was all black and shiny. Its nose was curved down and its white headlights were two narrow slits along the front. Sarah recalled Bent telling her about this car. She was pretty sure it was the one with diamonds in the headlights. The sports car honked its horn as they approached.”Wolf, you flirt,” Bent told it. The car blinked its headlights on and off as if in answer. “The car’s name is Wolf?” Sarah asked him.Bent nodded.When they reached the car, it automatically swung open the passenger door. Sarah screamed in surprise. She accidentally squeezed Bent’s hand as she leaped backwards. Blushing, she turned to him. “Sorry. I forgot that these sports cars have scissor doors.” Bent merely nodded his head again, not meeting her gaze. His grip on her hand loosened slightly as he helped her climb into the cold car. When she was settled, the door shut automatically. Sarah watched Bent walk briskly to the driver’s side. As the door popped open for him, he dropped down casually into the seat. He seemed completely at ease. Of course, this was only one of his many sports cars. Sarah envied his sophistication and smooth confidence. She kept her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Looking shyly around, she realized she’d never ridden in such a fancy car.”Passenger is cold,” the car’s robotic voice declared. Bent’s eyes widened in alarm. “Please adjust setting,” he told it. A temperature scale appeared across the digital screen on the car’s dashboard. Sarah watched as a red bar rose to show the increasing temperature. She felt her body relax as the car warmed. She was so nervous, she hadn’t even realized how cold she was. “Adjustment complete,” the car said. Bent pushed a button. The car’s engine roared to life. Rock music exploded from hidden speakers. Its sound pulsated around them. Sarah swallowed loudly. She peeked at Bent out of the corner of her eye. His expression remained stony. “Roundabout,” he said to the car. Instead of backing out of her driveway, the car seemed to rise slightly off the ground.Sarah gasped. She clutched the back of her chair, afraid to move. Bent smirked, sensing her fear. The car spun itself in a one-eighty degree turn, then dropped back down. Its curved, sleek nose now faced the street. Bent bit his bottom lip again, smiling to himself. He slammed his foot down on the gas. The car sprang forward.Sarah felt her body flatten against the back of the seat. Here we go, she thought, watching her neighborhood disappear past the window in seconds.