She would be the only person ever who found his goofy nature calming or refreshing.

Ryan froze and blinked, staring at the car. "This. This thing is...this thing is the original isn't it?" The bottle slipped from Ryan's fingers and fell to the sidewalk, shattering into tiny bits, splashing pricey vodka everywhere.

At least it wasn't in her car?

"Too late for that warning. Or, you know, too early?" Ryan asked. He shrugged and hopped into the car, glad he didn't get anything on his shiny silver sneakers. "So, this place. What is it?"