Lily's jaw dropped in surprise.
“Lily, this is Don,” Wyatt said. “He'll be our driver tonight.”
“Hi, Don,” Lily said. “Good to meet you.”
“And you as well,” he replied, as he held the rear door open for her. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. It's only a fifteen minute ride to the restaurant, but if you like, we can cruise around for a few minutes beforehand.”
“You know what? Let's do that,” Wyatt said. “We'll have a glass of champagne before dinner. How does that sound, Lily?”
“I'm up for anything tonight.” Lily lifted the bottom of her dress up a bit. Just enough so that she could step inside the limo without tripping over herself. When she got inside, she glanced around and nearly fell over from shock.
My God, this car is ten times nicer than any place I've ever lived in, she thought, as she sat down at the bench seat located at the very back of the vehicle.
Where she now sat gave her the perfect view of the interior. One the right side was a huge bar, complete with a thick glass counter top. It was lit up by blue lights that were underneath. It looked like the bar was well stocked, complete with several bottles of whiskey, vodka and some expensive-looking champagne.
On the left side was more seating. The center part was big and open, enough to have a mini dance party if one were so inclined.
Wyatt stepped into the car and took a seat next to Lily. Don closed the door, leaving the two to themselves.
“This is amazing,” Lily said, shaking her head. “Seriously. I can't believe you did this.”
“I'm glad you like it.” Wyatt sat by her, but not close enough for them to touch. It seemed like he was feeling a little awkward from the encounter the week before. He wasn't the only one feeling kind of out of place, though. Lily wasn't used to being trucked around in the back of a limo while wearing a three-thousand dollar dress. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy it, though. It was just something that she knew would take a little while to get used to.
“How about some music?” Wyatt asked.
Lily nodded. “Yeah. You pick this time.”
“Alright,” he said. “Don't make fun, though.”
“I would never,” Lily said, with a chuckle. “I mean, maybe I would. Just don't play polka or something.”
“I love polka,” Wyatt said, with a completely straight face.
For a fleeting second, Lily almost believed him. He finally smiled again, though.
“I'm joking,” he said.
“Whew.” Lily pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead. “You had me worried there for a second.”
“I do love jazz, though,” he said. “I'm not joking about that.”
“Jazz is great,” she replied. “Who is your favorite artist?”
“I'd have to say Miles Davis.” Wyatt pulled the arm rest down between the two. Installed on the rest, was a small touchscreen. It illuminated the second he pulled it down.
“What's that?” Lily asked.
“It's how we choose the music,” he said.
“I feel like I'm on a spaceship all of a sudden,” Lily said.
She felt the limo lurch forward as Don pulled it out of the parking lot and onto the street. She noticed a few people getting out of their cars and glanced toward them. They looked just about as surprised to see a limo like that in their neighborhood as she had when she'd first walked out of the apartment building.
Wyatt tapped the touchscreen and a moment later, the music started playing on the speakers. It was a slow, but rhythmic beat. It had her tapping her toes almost immediately.
“This is good,” Lily said.
“He's the best,” Wyatt said. “Miles Davis was arguably the greatest jazz musician to ever live. He changed the face of the entire genre. Just something about his sound. You can just tell it came from his heart, you know? It so obvious that making music was what he was meant to do.”