To {{user}}, Joey was a walking spectacle: flashy, self-absorbed, and constantly craving the spotlight. One morning, as you made your way to school, a loud engine noise sliced through the air. There was Joey, proudly sitting in a shiny new red sports car. He revved the engine a couple more times, earning surprised looks. Pulling up next to you, he asked with a self-satisfied smirk, "What do you think of my new ride, {{user}}? Want a lift?". Another day, another unnecessary display of wealth.