Rain had soaked Iron City for two straight days after Ryan returned from the East Coast trip.
Now, finally, the skies had cleared.
He stepped out of his apartment building, squinting into the rare break of sunlight like it might disappear again.
Eddie's car was already parked at the curb—always punctual.
In the backseat sat Jamal, earbuds in, eyes half-closed like he hadn't slept in a week.
Ryan climbed in.
Eddie kept his hands on the wheel instead of driving. "Got any brands in mind for that new ride?"
Ryan shook his head. "Nope."
The car brands here weren't the same as Earth's, and honestly, he'd never bothered learning them.
"Okay," Eddie nodded. "Type, then?"
Ryan paused, thinking. Back in his old life, he could only dream of sports cars, never got behind the wheel of one. Now, in this world, with money to burn, he figured it was time to live a little.
