I dragged my feet even though I heard my dad call my name because I had fallen behind. We were at the used car lot trying to find a car for my brother, Kirk. Dad was excited about helping his boy buy his first car. I didn't want to be there. I had to go because my dad wouldn't let me stay home alone like I had wanted. His words still echoed in my head. We can't all have what we want, Tiff. When I caught up to my family, my dad said, "This is an important day, Tiff. Your brother has been working hard for almost two years to save enough money for a car. You could at least put a smile on your face to show you're happy for him." I yawned instead. Dad sighed and put his arm around Kirk. "Well, son, I'm proud of you." "Don't be so sad, Tiffany," Kirk said, smiling. "When I have a car, I can take you to school. Then, you won't have to ride the yellow bus anymore. You'll get dropped off at the front door of the school." That did sound nice. A smile may have tugged at the corners of my lips. As Dad continued walking with Kirk, I looked at the cars, too. I tried to decide which car I would want if I got to choose. After all, it was just four more years until I could drive. When I looked up, Dad and Kirk were standing in front of a shiny, red sports car. Kirk was shaking his head in disbelief. "Dad! Are you kidding me?" Kirk exclaimed. "Not this red one," Dad said, pointing. "I mean that red one." We looked beyond the little sporty car to a boxy red vehicle that looked like it was part tank. Kirk's smile froze and then began to twitch a bit. "OK," he sputtered. "OK. That one looks...safe." "We can't all have what we want, Kirk," I laughed and patted my brother on his back. "Looks like I'll be riding the red bus to school," Which sentence from the story shows the reader that Kirk might not be as happy with his new car as he expected?