"Actually, you could introduce me to a job at your company," Nancy said, perched in the passenger seat with her hand draped out the window.
The wind blew in through the window, lifting her hair, and it felt simply amazing!
Though it was a second-hand car, by her estimation it might be worth four or five hundred dollars, but after all, it was still a car.
Walking home, biking home, taking the bus home, and driving home in a private car were always different experiences.
When she was on the bus, she actually didn't want people on the street to see her clearly, let alone run into someone she knew, like classmates.
But now, she wished that everyone on the street could see her, even though it was just an old car.
She even hoped to run into a few old classmates who were on foot, so she could have Rob stop the car and chat with them.
When you have money, you can indulge in vanity, and when you don't, there's also a cost-free kind of vanity.
