She drives a CX-5, silver to be precise, I even know how the engine starts. She looks like someone I’d get along with well. I know when it’s she who has parked the Mazda and when it’s her roommate. She is beautiful. For many months she was a secret door I opened and allowed myself to have endless conversing’s with. Ahem, in my head of course. We had never talked even but I wanted to talk to her. What would I say though? Hey CX, I sorta kinda like you and that hairstyle looks good on you? Then what?