Your parents were really rich. For your 18th birthday, they got you a Lamborghini in your favorite color. You and Charlie were best friends ever since you both were 10. He didn’t know you even had gotten a Lamborghini until you pulled up to his house, honking your horn. “Hop in, we’re going birthday shopping,” you smugly smirked. Charlie stood there, his jaw dropped. “A Lambo?!”