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"You got a package," Rebecca said, bringing a box to Tara where she was sitting in the living room. Rebecca leaned over the back of the couch, placing it on Tara's lap as she did.
"Ohh, it's here!" Tara said excitedly, ripping it open immediately, tossing aside the phone she'd had in her hand without a thought. Rebecca slid her arms around Tara's shoulders from behind, watching her tear into the box, grinning over her excitement.
"What is it?" Rebecca asked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. Tara had showed her multiple web auctions recently for some parts for her pride and joy car. Tara had 'finished' restoring it years ago, but as Rebecca was learning, there was never really an end state for a car restoration nut.
"Hold on," Tara said as she tore into the package, ripping off layers of cardboard and styrofoam until she got to the treasure inside. She picked it up and held it aloft, tilting it into a sunbeam that was then reflected back into Rebecca's eyes.
"It's a rearview mirror," Rebecca said flatly, nuzzling her face into the crook of Tara's neck to avoid the light shining in her eyes. "Exciting."
"I know that was sarcasm, but it is exciting. It's deadstock!" Tara said rapidly, enthusiasm filling her voice. She turned the mirror around, examining every angle. "Never been used, and it's from the right year. The one I have right now is close, but it's a '72."
Tara scoffed, obviously deeply offended over her own previous decision to have placed an incorrect year rearview mirror in her car. Rebecca hummed appreciatively into Tara's hair. "For the Open GT?"
Tara chuckled. "The Opel GT."
"Close enough," Rebecca replied. "I listen."
"I know you do," Tara said, setting the mirror down on her lap and leaning back to catch Rebecca's eyes. "It's one of your more redeeming qualities."
Rebecca kissed her, Tara's hand threading through Rebecca's hair as she did. They pulled apart and shared a smile.
Rebecca let the quiet sit between them for a beat before taking mercy on her girlfriend. "You want to go install it right now, don't you?" she asked.
"Oh my God, yes," Tara said, jumping up off the couch, brushing aside the wreckage of the package onto the floor as she ran towards the garage. "Come on, I can show you the difference in beveling around the mirror frames."
Rebecca smiled as she followed her out of the house. "I'm looking forward to it."