The crisp afternoon air greeted me as I exited the university building, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement.
The sunlight danced across the courtyard, highlighting the lush greenery and the clusters of students lounging on benches, their laughter mingling with the faint hum of conversation.
The familiar rhythm of the campus settled behind me as I made my way toward the parking lot, each step purposeful.
There she was—my car. Sleek, white, and undeniably luxurious, it sat in the far corner of the lot, its metallic paint shimmering like liquid silver under the golden rays of the sun.
The car seemed alive, poised like a predator ready to spring, its angular headlights glaring with a quiet menace.
A low, aerodynamic silhouette added to its allure, the kind of design that turned heads and elicited whispered admiration. It was more than a vehicle; it was a statement.
