The evening air was thick with heat as the sun disappeared behind the city skyline. In front of the bar, a group lingered under the flickering neon sign, laughter and cigarette smoke swinging lazily into the dusk. Evan stepped closer to Micah, his eyes flicking to the orange sports car that was parked nearby.
"Damn, Micah! You just gave it away?"
He asked, trying to sound amused, but the sharp edge in his voice betrayed him.
"You are really something!"
Micah arched a brow as a slow grin spread across his face. His sunglasses slid just low enough on his nose to reveal the glint in his hazel eyes.
"What? You want one too?"
He said lazily, amused.
Before Evan could say anything, Jullian laughed, spinning the keys around his finger like a trophy.
"Better luck next time, bro," Jullian said with a smirk, his voice smug.
Evan's jaw clenched, his fists curled at his sides, fuming inside.
