The car slid into the parking lot with a quiet, almost eerie smoothness, its engine barely a whisper as it came to a halt in front of the phone store.
The place screamed expensive—minimalist design, lights so bright they probably had a NASA scientist on hand, and employees who looked like they thought they were selling rare artifacts, not overpriced slabs of glass and metal.
Tessa, who'd been half-leaning on Parker's shoulder and practically drooling on him, stirred awake, blinking groggily as she tried to adjust to the blinding light.
"Damn, it's like walking into a spaceship in here. Who the hell thought this was a good idea?" She squinted around, her head tilting as she muttered, "This place looks like it was designed by an alien who's never seen a human before."
Naomi cracked a sly smile, flicking her eyes toward Tessa. "Oh, you know. Just so you can feel like poor shit when you walk in."
