Ming, who usually maintained a stoic reserve, whistled quietly. "Nice optics. That's a serious machine, Ethan."
Hailey, accustomed to the wealth, was less surprised but gave the car an appreciative look. "I guess we're carpooling, then. Six people in that? Ming, Max, you guys are small, you can squeeze in the back with Quinn and Ruby. I'll take shotgun."
The group converged on the car, already strategizing the tight fit. Max, trying to maintain a low profile, sighed at the thought of being squeezed next to Ming and the two girls. Ming, who genuinely was on a tight budget and felt awkward riding in such a pricey car, just nodded resignedly.
Before anyone could attempt the challenging maneuver, Max spoke up, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Wait, hold on," Max interrupted, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key fob. "We don't have to cram. We can take my car too."
