Chapter 1

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I climb into my red truck and make my way to my favorite coffee shop. Tonight, my parents are throwing one of their extravagant Friday night parties, but the only thing that excites me about it is seeing my dad's best friend, Carlos.

Once at the coffee shop, I order my usual and find a cozy spot in the back. The air is filled with the aroma of coffee, and soft lo-fi music sets the mood as I open my favorite book, "Pride and Prejudice." I take a sip of my black coffee, never quite understanding the appeal of sugary drinks that others seem to enjoy.

Hours pass, and reluctantly, I decide to head home to prepare for the party, even though I'd much rather finish my book. I hop into my car, but when I turn the key, all I hear is a disheartening clicking sound.

"NO NO NO," I exclaim in frustration, realizing my car won't start.

With my parents unreachable, I turned to my last option, Carlos, since the rest of my family was tragically lost in a fire at a pride event I chose not to attend due to my own biases. Carlos answers my call promptly.

"Hey Carlos, my car won't start," I explain.

"I'm on my way," he responds.

Soon, I spot his Porsche 911 pulling up next to me. I wonder how he knew where to find me. He rolls down his window and tells me to get in.

"Get in, Hannah," he says, and I comply.

As Carlos drives me home, we sit in silence for a while. I can't help but wonder about his uncanny ability to locate me when I needed help.

"How did you know where I was?" I finally ask.

Carlos remains silent, seemingly uninterested in engaging in conversation.

"Not in the mood to chat?" I ask again.

He merely grunts in response. Eventually, he pulls into my driveway, where the guests have already begun to arrive for the party.

"Thank you," I say as I step out of the car, ready to get ready for the evening's event.

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