I like the way the smoke dissolves into nothingness. Soon that will be me. Gone from this planet, never to be heard from again.
I leaned back against the beaten down gas station as a car pulled up towards me.
“Who do you think you are, The Weeknd? Get your melancholy looking ass in here.” My spitfire best friend Persephone, shouted from her car window.
My lips curled up into a smile as I climbed into the passenger seat of her junker car.
“Are you ever going to get rid of this piece of crap? You can barely drive ten feet without it heaving like a pregnant woman in labor.” I rolled my eyes and slid my Dior sunglasses on.
“Well I’ll get a new car when I get new car money,” she said turning to look at me. “What happened to your nice ass car, huh?”
I blew the smoke out the window, letting the breeze go through my hair. I love the weather in Orlando during the spring, the warm sun always has the prettiest shine when it reflects off the water.
“Anywhere,” I said while turning up the volume of the radio.
I jiggled my keys into the lock of my apartment. Even though I can afford better it’s important to keep a low profile. I pushed open my front door and welcomed the air condition.
It’s good to be home.
I plopped down on my loveseat as my phone rang.
“Pandora, it’s business time,” my assistant and partner in crime Walter informed me.
Of course it is.
He informed me of the details of my event and told me he’d pick me up at 8. I rolled off the couch and into my closet where I raked through my clothes looking for the perfect outfit.
I selected a silver dress and matched the jewelry and shoes.
If I’m going to an event I don’t want to go to then I might as well be the sexiest there.
I heard a car horn so I grabbed my clutch then rushed out the door to meet Walter. He arrived in a black and gold Bugatti, to show off our wealth.
“Miss Pandora,” he nodded to me as I slid into the car.
“Let’s go, Walter.”