As Liam approached his apartment building, something caught his eye—a black Porsche 911 parked right in front of the complex.
He stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
'A brand-new 2025 edition? Since when did anyone in this neighbourhood have the kind of money to afford that?' He looked around, wondering if he'd missed something. "This has to be some rich visitor," he muttered, his tone slightly sceptical.
Then another thought struck him, and his frown deepened. 'Where is Selena going to park? This guy took her spot.'
With a determined huff, Liam decided to address the situation. If the owner wasn't a neighbour, he'd make up a story about needing the spot himself.
"I'll just say I live here and I'm parking my car. Simple," he muttered to himself, even though the bus he took was the closest thing he had to a transport vehicle.
