LAUREN'S POV
He thinks we’re here to take selfies and post on our social media? Really? Does he not even see my age? I wasn’t some teenager who wandered in off the street looking for a good picture with a shiny car. My patience was already starting to thin.
“Look,” I said firmly, holding his gaze, “clearly you’ve misread the whole situation. We’re not here to take selfies of something that isn’t ours. We’re here to actually get a car that car in particular. But you’re jumping into so many conclusions without even knowing if you’re correct or not.”
I took a slow step closer to the man, keeping my voice calm, hoping he would hear the reason in my tone and stop treating me like a nuisance. The polished tile beneath my heels clicked lightly, the sound echoing in the wide dealership lobby.
