Chapter Four: The Black Lamborghini (part 2) - Fiction Fantasy
The unmistakable sound reached me before the car did. Deep. Confident. The kind of engine note that makes every conversation pause for just a second. A volunteer beside me looked up. "Another Lamborghini." I kept my eyes on the registration forms. "Lane Three," I said automatically. But my heart already knew. The black Lamborghini rolled slowly toward my table. Sunlight danced across the paint like liquid obsidian. Even standing still, it looked fast. The driver's window lowered. There he was. Mr. M. Three months ago, I would've forgotten my own name. Now... I remembered exactly who I was. He smiled. Not the smile of a man who expected something. The smile of a man who hoped for something. "Hi, Poly." "Hi." "It's good to see you." "You too." He looked around at the crowds. "You look happy." "I am." He nodded. "I've missed talking to you." There was a pause. The kind that only exist...
