Ganging Up On A Helpless Woman

The old man helped Brooke into the front seat, he carefully placed her wheelchair and things in the back, then got behind the wheel of his vintage model car.

Brooke could tell just from sitting that his car was expensive, it looked simple but had a classy feel to it.

He noticed her staring at the stereo and cocked a wide grin. "This car is one of only seven existing models. It took me half a year of searching to find and acquire it." He went into further details, giving her a rundown of the car's specifications and features.

Brooke raised her brows, "You must have an interest in cars."

He started the car with a nice hum, "I do. But my sister doesn't think much of it, and frankly neither did my parents."

"I think it's a great hobby, I mean look at how happy you sound just talking about it." She defended. "If it's what you like to do, you should go for it."

"Wise words from a wise woman." He teased, earning a light chuckle from Brooke.