"Oh, sick. Dude, that's awesome." He was already circling again, this time with appreciation rather than investigation. "Does it have the Mark Levinson sound system?"
"I think so?"
"You THINK so?" He looked genuinely offended. "Bro, that's like a five-grand upgrade. The sound quality is insane. Fourteen speakers. Seven hundred watts. You could host a concert in this thing."
He pulled open my driver's side door without asking permission and stuck his head inside. "Yeah, look, there's the logo on the speaker grilles. This is the good stuff. Whoever owns this car has taste."
I watched Felix inspect the interior with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning. The crisis had been averted. The lie had landed.
In Felix's universe, a world where people casually handed over fifty-thousand-dollar vehicles to their bartenders was completely plausible.
Must be nice to live in that universe.
