The Best Kind of Lie
When I saw the traffic jam at rush hour, with Margot's fancy sports car stuck in it, I couldn't help but feel a little victorious.
Clearly, they had been stuck there for a while, and the frustration was evident on their faces.
I turned around from the back of the scooter and waved to them.
"Bye!"
They both shot me a death stare.
We sped off into the night, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Lance shook his head with a resigned sigh. "Sit properly."
"You know what?" I leaned into him, my arms around his waist, as I shouted over the wind, "There are two types of people I can't stand in this world: rich people and liars!"
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