Kyle stepped out of the Guild with Bella, the afternoon sun hitting his face. He stopped dead when he saw it—a sleek, shiny pink car parked right outside. It looked like something out of a dream, all curves and polish, way too fancy for a slum kid like him.
"Is that... yours?" he asked, eyes wide.
Bella smirked, twirling a key around her finger. "Yep. Pretty, right? Come on, hop in."
He hesitated. "I don't wanna mess it up. This thing's worth more than my life."
She laughed, opening the passenger door. "You won't. Just don't bleed on the seats, okay?"
He climbed in, sinking into the soft leather. It smelled clean, like flowers and money. His hands hovered, afraid to touch anything. Bella slid into the driver's seat, hit the ignition, and the car purred to life. They peeled away from t
