"You've washed it eight times already," Ryan reminded her.
"No, I need to wash it some more." Taylor still looked uneasy. She couldn't get past the thought.
Ryan looked through the panoramic sunroof at the darkening sky, where the stars and moon were eagerly making their appearance. He felt a deep, soul-level contentment.
Earlier, Ryan had driven the car down an abandoned road in the suburbs that no one had used in centuries. He thought the new car had made for a pretty good driving experience.
"If my parents ask you, just say you bought the car with your own money. If they ask how much you make, give them a high number. Then I'll see what my parents want, buy it first, and you can give it to them." Taylor tidied her thick, fluffy perm as she spoke.
"You have no idea how annoying they can be sometimes. They keep raising their expectations of you," Taylor went on, muttering.
She actually didn't dare defy her parents' rules, and she was afraid Ryan wouldn't win them over, so she'd come up with this plan. Of course, she'd also taken into account that Ryan might not make enough money.
"I think we should hold off on meeting your parents for now," Ryan said. His main concern was Abigail. Her parents knew Abigail, and if they ran into each other, the whole thing would come out.
"Once the EP comes out, we'll have an excuse to tell Abigail the truth right away." Taylor agreed, then added, "Until then, Abigail absolutely can't come over to our place, and she definitely can't meet my parents. But you can still meet them. My parents asked about you yesterday."
"What did they ask?"
"Your GPA. You were out promoting your music for so long recently—how could