Through the glittering streets of Greenbaby, the Aston Martin purred along, its sleek frame slicing through the night like a shadow given form.
Inside, the leather seats cradled Darren and Penelope, the lights of the exquisite streetlamps glowing across their faces.
Penelope leaned forward, her fingers brushing the dashboard's polished surface. "This car is like... a spaceship," she said, her voice bright with wonder. "Do you ever just drive around for fun?"
Darren's lips quirked, his sharp blue eyes flicking to her before returning to the road. "Sometimes. Clears my head."
"Big head like yours needs a lot of clearing.«
"Hey!"
Penelope giggled, cheek turning pink. "This street is so beautiful and silent. I've lived all my life in LA and I never even knew it existed."
"Those are private streets for you," Darren replied. "It's exactly why the wealthy live in places like this. They value their privacy."
Penny looked at him. "By the wealthy you mean you."
He chuckled. "Maybe."
