Gansey’s Camaro was one of the best things to ever come out of capitalism. Or so Blue thought.

Every day, when he picked her up from school, it was a small comfort to know that she had a place their for life.

In the backseat of Ganseys Camaro.

But today, it was different. Another person sat next to her in the backseat. Someone she didn’t know.

And that annoyed her.

“Who are you..?”