7
Lily
“Fill it with premium, please,” she told the gas station attendant as she handed him her card.
Lily turned off the ignition and tapped her horoscope app.
Libra, today might present some challenges. Tread carefully.
“That’s one way of putting it,” she said.
She heard the attendant struggle with the gas cap, as usual. Lily glared at the steering wheel. She liked that it was a Mercedes, seafoam green. But it was also a 1979.
It was a beast and expensive to maintain, from the premium gas to the five hundred dollars she’d had to pay just to get it running again.
And I thought living above a mechanic shop would magically make her run like new.
A black Hummer pulled up to the pump opposite her. Tim Criss jumped out and handed the attendant his card. Lily sank as low into her seat
