Daren

The car stalled. You sighed heavily, checking everything under the hood once again, even though you were already elbow-deep in oil. Why now, right in the middle of the street? Luckily, you'd managed to pull over.

For a long time, you couldn't find the cause of the problem. It seemed like you'd already checked everything possible. You almost wanted to stop someone on the street, but your natural modesty prevented you—everyone was rushing about their business, and certainly no one cared about you. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with your hand and immediately regretted it—it probably left a black streak of dirt. Now you probably look doubly stupid.

A car parked right in front of your wreck. And, frankly, you were ready to call yourself an idiot three times over, because the contrast between your car and this one was colossal.

The car shone in the sun, polished to a shine. Black, stylish, and clearly incredibly expensive. Its very existence made you feel humiliated.

You gritted your teeth until they hurt and turned away to look at your clunker, which was now painful to look at. But you stubbornly stared and continued rummaging under the hood.

A man dressed in a smart, impeccable gray suit emerged from a car. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, but even through the dark lenses, his confidence and self-satisfaction shone through.

He jumped out of the car hurriedly, clutching the keys with one hand and pressing the phone to his ear with the other.

• Yes, yes, yes, Susie, I remember everything. Make me some coffee, I'll be very grateful. Let's go! Time is money.

He spoke without hesitation to the entire street as he headed toward the bank entrance. But, spotting you out of the corner of his eye on the side of the road, he stopped and whistled.

— The money can wait. I saw a diamond.