Leo blinked. “So… you two know each other?”
The old man laughed—a real, dusty laugh. “Rentals? Son, I’ve had that Aventador for eleven years. Bought it the day my wife left me. Best decision I ever made.” 2 lamborghini
Leo looked at his car. The cracked windshield. The dented door. The coffee-stained cup in the holder. “Running away,” he admitted. Leo blinked
He pulled back onto the road and, against all reason, floored the sedan. It groaned and shuddered, but he kept the two Lamborghinis in sight, tiny specks that grew smaller by the second. Then, ahead, he saw them slow down. They pulled over at a derelict gas station—a relic with cracked pumps and a single working soda machine. Son, I’ve had that Aventador for eleven years
The old man nodded slowly. “Best reason to drive.”