"Oh, how lovely." The limo driver and his girl were kissing messily, sitting on the back of the limo and probably getting prints on the paint. Gross.

"Could I have the key, please?" Without losing contact with his date's face, the limo driver dug the key fob out of his pocket and handed it to me. 

"Cool, that was easy." The limo was sleek and dark, but glittered a thousand colors in the light, like oil on water. "Let's go!" I was actually excited. Corolla only let me drive for short trips around the District, but here I could go wherever I liked. 

I climbed in the driver's seat and pressed the start button. The dashboard lit and the limo came to life with an encouraging hum. 

"Come on, Sam!"