NEW CHARACTER POV ALERT!
RACHEL
The patio smells like mint and cigarette smoke, ruining the afternoon breeze which is supposed to be spilling in.
Zip leans back in her chair, legs stretched out like the billionaire woman that she is. She inspects her nails, her tone bored.
“I told him if the car doesn't scream custom, don't even bother parking it outside my house. He threw a fit after hearing that and now I'm the one who's childish.”
Melanie sits cross-legged, exhaling a long thin stream of smoke. She smirks. “And they still show up with stock rims and half-assed cologne. It's embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Please. Try insulting.” Zip flicks her fingers like she's brushing off dust. “The last guy? Told me his ‘investment’ portfolio was NFTs. NFTs, Melanie. As if I want to deal with s
