Leo gripped the wheel of his rented sedan and pulled to the side. He’d been driving for three hours, fleeing a failed business and a failed marriage, heading nowhere in particular. But now, he watched as two Lamborghinis screamed past.
Leo caught the cold can. He looked at the two Lamborghinis—one dark as a bruise, one bright as a promise. Then he looked at his own car, which suddenly didn’t feel like a failure anymore. It felt like a beginning. 2 lamborghini
The driver of the Aventador stepped out. He was in his late sixties, dressed in worn jeans and a faded flannel shirt. Silver hair, crinkled eyes. He looked less like a supercar owner and more like a retired rancher. Leo gripped the wheel of his rented sedan
Leo blinked. “So… you two know each other?” Leo caught the cold can
“Lead the way,” he said.
“Nice rentals,” Leo said, leaning against his sedan, trying for casual and failing.