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I'm standing at baggage claim, studying the sign of the rental car company, feeling skeptical.
I could've just called a cab company but I want the freedom of my own transportation. I just don't want to deal with the guy at the counter. He looks shady as f**k and I dislike him on sight.
His eyes lit up as soon as he took me in. I guess I look like money even though I didn't dress like it. I can already tell he's going to try to upsell me.
Maybe he can smell my wealth?
I snort.
Like a used car salesman can smell a down payment.
I'm not interested. I just want something simple, something I can use to get around. I want to show her that I'm not stuck up.
That reminds me...does Lola even know about my financial situation? I doubt it with the way Luke is. He tends to be se
