It was a blustery January evening five years later when Jonathan offered to give Peter a ride home from the office. Even in the parking deck, the rising wind cut through the structure as if it were a house of cards and not a concrete and steel structure. The chill permeated everything; Jonathan couldn’t get into his Honda Civic fast enough, and the moment the key was in the ignition, he had the heat going full blast and the seat warmers on.
In the passenger seat, Peter frowned out the window at the dark Lexus parked in the spot beside Jonathan’s. “Piece of s**t,” he muttered under his breath. “For what it cost, you’d think it’d run forever.”
“Dealerships would go out of business then,” Jonathan said with a laugh. “That’s why I drive this old thing. Cost less and has just about run foreve
