Inside a car to an interview, Sharon Joel was nervous that she’ll be late to an interview for the Truman show competition, where the winner earns a million dollars in prize money. Suddenly, a large wave of car horn beeps get on her nerves.

“What now?!”Sharon voice out in an angry tone. She crane her neck to try and see what’s causing the slowdown.

“God dammit!! It’s been like this for the past two milles! It’s as if there’s a traffic God up there looking down on me, saying ‘more stop light! more taxis! more people who have all the time in the world!” She said and glance at herself in the rear views mirror and choose to focus on her face which was already glowing with a thin shit of sweat.

“That hour I spent on my makeup has gone right down the drain. What a bummer?” She soliquilize talking to no one particularly.

Not that it will matter if she doesn’t make it in time for the interview. Sharon check her car clock anxiously and found out that there’s less than fifteen minute before somebody decides that she’s a no-show.

Sharon close her eyes and take a deep breath, her hand unclench themselves from the steering wheel. A shiny silver-blue cardilllac pullls up beside her and she notice it immediately. After all, it’s not everyday she see such a classy car in her streets.

“Wow, that car sure is sexy. I’m sure the owner must get a lot of attention just by driving it” Sharon look round inside the piece of junk she’s driving. She can’t help but let out a sigh, before a new curiosity takes over her mind.

“I wonder what the driver look like, it must be rich lady with good taste”Not wanting to get catch prying, she venture a glance through the corner of her vision.

Instead of the old, balding man Sharon had imagine in her head, seated in the driver’s seat is a young guy who can’t be that much older than her, with a chiseled face and perfect feature to match. Sharon swoon as he combs his hand through his hair, Sharon jumps up her throat when he slowly turn her away and look at her.

Not knowing what to do, Sharon freeze up. his gaze put her Into melodic trance before she recall that her window are heavily tinted. She felt happily that he can’t see her or even notice a girl like her.

After admiring the guy, Sharon regain her senses that she’s going for an interview. She survey the road, and to her utter frustration it remain as still as a cat in a gutter. She let a string of curses rolls off her tongue and closing her eyes to calm herself down, she open her eyes and see that traffic has finally started moving up ahead.

She step on the gas, but the engine of her car sputters, and the faint hum of its running disappear altogether.

“ What the hell!!” She slam her fists on the wheel before trying to reignite the engine. It takes three tries, before her car eventually start up again. Just as her car begin to move, the cardillac suddenly gets in her lane causing her to slam on her brakes.

“For fuck sake! What’s this? drive like a jerk!” She shout loud, watching the caddy speed away in a blink of an eye, but not before the driver turns and flash her a smirk.Sharon immediately catch a clearer glimpse of the man behind the wheel and feel her heart skip a beat.

The traffic speed up again, and the rest of her ride was smooth. She glance at the clock less than two minute, but she was almost there. Sharon heave a sigh of relief as she arrive at the parking lot and show her ID to the guard , who takes a strange look at her old, ugly impala. The guard eventually allows Sharon to turn into the entrance, as she make her way into the parking lot.

Seeing a vacant parking space, she immediately put her ear into reverse, step on the gas pedal.

“Yay, I made it! I’m here!” Quickly, she glance in the rear view mirror, to her relief , her makeup is holding up okay. It just need a little touching up.

When she was about to take her conceal out from her purse, suddenly something hit her car.

“No…this can’t be…. where did this guy came from?” She looked up and to outmost surprise, it was the same shiny blue cardillac from before.

A tall handsome man step out of the caddy, before Sharon can take another breadth.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” From the stiff angry set of his shoulders, Sharon thought it isn’t good news. He strides around to the front of his car and check out the damage Sharon old impala has caused to his brand new caddy.

Sharon was was a little bit afraid at the guy reaction.