The marble floor of the lobby shone under the bright lights.
Rows of polished cars were parked neatly in the wide lobby.
Some of the cars had their hoods open with their engines on display.
Others were parked with their doors unlocked, waiting for customers to sit inside.
The smell of leather and wax filled the cool air while the hum of the air conditioners mixed with the low voices of people talking.
Every surface reflected light—the floors, the cars, even the glass walls.
Whenever the elevator doors opened with a soft chime, the sound echoed across the lobby.
It felt less like a showroom and more like a stage, with every car showing off under the spotlights.
And that was where Rachel saw him.
The young man stood by a row of cars, smiling as he talked to a sales consultant.
He hadn't seen her yet, but Rachel's eyes locked on him, and her chest grew tight.
To Rachel, time slowed down and the voices faded.
Even the showroom seemed far away.
