Ethan had a Saturday morning shift at CostMart, but for the first time, he wasn't dreading the bike ride.
He was taking the car.
As he was pulling out of his street, practicing the "conversation with the clutch" as his dad called it, he saw a familiar figure jogging towards him, a flash of bright, royal blue against the morning green of the park. It was Leo, still faithfully serving his 30-day sentence in the Apex United tracksuit.
Ethan pulled over, a smug, triumphant grin on his face.
"Need a lift, champ?"
Leo stopped, panting, and just stared at the gleaming blue hatchback. "No. Way," he breathed, his eyes wide.
"You got a car? A real one? With, like, an engine and everything?"
"Certified Pre-Owned," Ethan said, puffing out his chest with an air of profound, fatherly pride. "Full service history."
"Dude, this is awesome!" Leo said, jogging over and peering through the window.
