The evening light bled gold across the University A parking lot, soft and indulgent — the kind that made everything feel cinematic even when nothing extraordinary was happening. Only tonight, something was happening. Just not loudly. Not yet.
The group stood loosely near their respective vehicles, winter coats brushing, laughter echoing faintly off polished metal and glass façades. Students passed by, some slowing, some whispering, some openly staring at the clustering of faces that had long since become a whispered legend on campus.
Eight Elite people.
Eight lives quietly shifting into something new.
And then — the engines started.
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Vince & Jeff — Supercar Territory
The low purr of Vince's supercar was deliberate. Over-polished. Almost smug.
He slid into the driver's seat with the confidence of someone who knew eyes followed him wherever he went — and didn't pretend not to enjoy it. Jeff settled in beside him, shutting the door with a sigh that already said here we go.
