"Have you seen Tokyo Drift?"
"Oh, yes! I love that movie!" The young boy answered happily.
Alex laughed. "Hahaha, that's good. Now tell me what's your total college tuition and the price of this car."
"Huh? Uhh… What's with the sudden question, sir?" The boy asked.
Alex looked at him and said with a smile, "I'll pay it for you."
"Why?" The boy was stupefied and asked.
"Why, you don't want me to?" Alex asked back.
The boy smiled awkwardly. "I mean… who in their right mind would reject such an offer… but… this car… I don't think I can sell it."
"Why is that?" Alex asked calmly while keeping an eye on the assassins.
"My father gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday before he passed away. It has memor—"
Thwack!
"Ow. Sir why'd you hit—"
"Bozo, I can smell the entire ocean in the backseat. Just one sniff at the seat cover is sure to get me high on ten different types of opioids. Is this how you take care of your father's precious gift?" Alex reprimanded this guy.
