Author's note: Thank you guys so so much for the kind reviews I got for the first chapter. It is why I decided to post another one-shot right away, because it gives me so much motivation to write more of those little scenes. I do have 2-3 more in mind, but I have yet to 'put them onto paper'. This short little moment here was actually written before the one I posted days ago, but I deemed it too short to use as a start for my little project. So, as a little light-hearted contrast to last chapter's heartfelt conversation I give you this. Please keep reviewing!

"You said you know how to drive a car!" Harvey accused as Donna accidentally stalled the engine once again. In the side mirror he could still make out the driveway of their new house.

"No, I said I have a license! I just haven't been behind the wheel for some time, so…" Donna answered as she slowly started the car again.

"Define 'some time'?" Harvey barely dared to ask.

"That's neither here or there." His wife deflected nonchalantly as she fiddled with the gearshift with more force than Harvey thought necessary.

"Let me guess. You got your license at 16, didn't have your own car, so if at all, you took your Dad's car to the movie theater at the weekends. Therefore you had the school's star quarterback pick you up every morning until you went to college in New York and haven't had a need for a car ever since. Am I right?" Harvey guessed.

"He played basketball, but yeah, that pretty much sums it up. But in my defense, my Dad's car was a stick shift, too." Donna smiled before the car jerked forward again. "Dammit!"

"Okay, that's it. We're switching seats right now." Harvey announced, "-before this car needs to has its transmission replaced." The vintage silver Mercedes Benz was the first car he properly owned since his college years and he was prepared to treat it with the utmost care. This certainly was a new feeling for him. In New York, it was common to have a driver if you had the money. If he wanted to have a little fun, he'd rent a car at the club for the night. Here in Seattle, everybody owned at least one car. The urge to purchase one for himself had hit the instant his eyes fell on the large empty garage that came with their new lakeside townhouse.

"Harvey, you know I'm gonna have to get used to driving again at some point." Donna pointed out, but went to unbuckle her seatbelt anyway, visibly frustrated at her inability to properly switch gears.

"I know, but maybe we should get you comfortable driving an automatic car first. Plus we're definitely gonna get you a car with proper airbags." Harvey said amicably.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Donna asked as they both left the car and traded places.

"It means I don't trust your driving skills." Harvey elaborated not without humor.

"You only saw me driving for about a hundred yards!" Donna gave him an accusing look.

"Proving my point. You stalled the car three times!" Her husband replied, returning her stare with just as much intensity.

Donna was first to look away. "Fine. But I'm getting a convertible."

"You sure it would stop raining long enough to actually make use of it here? You do know that the air blast messes up one's hair?" Harvey laughed.

"Aw, honey, no need to worry about your hair, I'm sure the gel would hold it in place." She joked in return.

"What about an SUV? It has a larger crumple zone." Harvey suggested as he smoothly started the car.

Donna snorted. "Whatever lets you sleep at night."