Miller chuckled, a warm, resonant sound. "Tough crowd. I like it. Let’s take her for a spin."
The neon "Open" sign hummed with a low-frequency buzz that matched the vibration in Elias’s chest. He stood on the edge of the gravel lot, his shadow stretching toward a silver that looked far too polished for its price tag. This was the moment he had rehearsed in his bathroom mirror for three nights: the negotiation. "She’s a beauty, isn’t she?" buying a car from a used car dealer
Two hours later, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the lot in a bruised purple light. Elias stood by the silver sedan, the keys heavy and cool in his palm. He had stayed within his budget—barely—and secured a that gave him just enough peace of mind to drive off the lot. Miller chuckled, a warm, resonant sound