CHICAGO

Today is one of the most ordinary days of my life: the day I exhibit my sports cars. Well, that's the result of being successful, rich, and an important businessman.

But there's a reason I'm doing this; to be exact, there's a person I'm exhibiting for.

The first time I saw you was 3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and 3 hours ago. I remember you wearing an emerald green dress that showed off your beautiful skin.

Since that day, I've been following you to exhibitions, to Formula 1 car races. Hell, I've even been watching you live on social media.

A true temptation.

You look beautiful as always, standing out among the hundreds of people here. You're looking at my Maserati mc20; I can feel excitement in your eyes, as if you want it. Maybe I want you to look at me the same way.

"Interested, dear?" I say hoarsely, moving closer to you.