Leo looked at his car. The cracked windshield. The dented door. The coffee-stained cup in the holder. “Running away,” he admitted.
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. 2 lamborghini
The desert highway unspooled like a black ribbon under the Nevada sun. Heat shimmered off the asphalt, warping the distant mountains into liquid mirages. In the middle of this emptiness, two dots appeared in the rearview mirror—low, wide, and moving with the unnatural speed of fighter jets on afterburner. Leo looked at his car
“Lead the way,” he said.
They stood in silence for a moment. The only sound was the ticking of hot engines and the distant buzz of cicadas. The coffee-stained cup in the holder
Leo blinked. “So… you two know each other?”
Leo felt a pang he couldn’t name. Not jealousy. Something older. Recognition.
