Sophia's heels clicked loudly as she led Hugo through the grand, glowing showroom. Each car they passed looked like it belonged in a music video or a blockbuster movie.
They all seemed to be silently laughing at him, daring him to check his bank account. But Hugo ignored their taunts, holding his head high.
He was on a mission, and no shiny hunk of metal was going to intimidate him.
She finally stopped in front of a jet-black Benz, its glossy surface reflecting the overhead lights like a mirror. It looked sleek, powerful, and expensive enough to make a grown man cry.
"This is our C-Class model," Sophia said with a polished smile, her hand gliding over the car's hood as if she were stroking a sleeping dragon.
"It's slightly above your budget, but it comes with premium leather seats, a state-of-the-art sound system, and the latest driving technology. Truly a steal."
