The revving sound of the engine echoed through the streets, instantly drawing attention. Heads turned, conversations paused, and all eyes followed the sleek red car as it raced by. There were mixed reactions, some pointed at the vehicle in awe, others rolled their eyes or scoffed. Whether positive or negative, one thing was certain, it was impossible to ignore.
"Did you see that just now?" Joe asked, standing just outside the gym, waiting for Steven to lift the gate.
"Yeah. Damn rich people," Steven grumbled. "Always looking to show off. Is there really a need to drive something so flashy and rub it in everyone's face?"
"You're not wrong," Joe replied. "But I still wish I was one of them someday. Better than ending up broke like you."
"I'd rather be broke than a bully," Steven muttered as he stepped inside the gym.
