DALA
Kai led me to the garage, and the moment he stopped in front of that car, I nearly choked on air.
Sleek, low, and impossibly expensive, the sportscar shone under the garage lights. It had no roof, its black exterior polished to perfection, and the red leather seats looked almost too luxurious for a simple grocery run.
I gawked at it, then at him. “Wait…this is the car you’re taking?”
Kai shot me a questioning look, “Yeah. You want a limo?”
A limo!? I was dumbfounded. “But… we’re just going grocery shopping. Not…for an adventure on the Island. This is…” My voice trailed, and Kai kept looking at me as if he couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
Who goes grocery shopping with such a beautiful vehicle?
That was apparently hilarious because he burst into laughter, shaking his he
