Carlos's POV
The car went quiet, an almost suffocating silence settling between us. Grace's thoughts seemed focused on the upcoming meeting, while I battled the guilt eating away at my chest.
We hit a red light in busy Downtown LA, and just like always, my dark green metallic Ferrari drew every eye on the street. The metallic paint gleamed under the sunlight, making the already attention-grabbing car practically scream for notice.
I watched Grace observe the crowd gathering around us, people snapping photos and posing for selfies against my car.
"The windows are tinted, aren't they?" she asked.
"Obviously," I laughed. "Wouldn't want anyone seeing us if we decided to get... intimate."
She shot me a withering look and rolled her eyes. "This is exactly why flashy stuff annoys me. All this attention just brings trouble."
"You really hate being noticed?"
