CALLUM
The Audi’s sleek, obsidian exterior gleamed under the afternoon sun as Asher clicked the key fob, unlocking the doors with a soft beep. I leaned casually against the car, watching as Liana stood rooted to the spot, her mouth slightly ajar.
“This is… yours?” she asked, her wide eyes darting between me, Asher, and the car like it was some sort of mythical creature.
Asher smirked, opening the driver’s side door. “One of ours,” he corrected, sliding into the seat effortlessly. “Get in.”
Liana hesitated, her fingers brushing over the glossy finish before glancing back at me. “You’re kidding, right? This thing looks like it belongs in a museum or something. What do you guys even do to afford this?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling open the passenger door for her. “We don’t work.
