With her hair pulled back and her sunglasses on, she pulled up to the stoplight with the top of her brand-new red electric MG Cyberster down. He was standing there waiting for the crosswalk light to change. She hadn't seen him for at least two years, but she had thought of him the other day when her bio-engineering startup, which he had always made fun of, had sold for millions. When he saw her behind the wheel, she smiled as she realized she was driving something like his dream car. The light changed for her first, and she looked right at him and laughed as she drove into the evening sun. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 28 April 2025)