“I know it's illegal, but it's the weekend,” is what it all started with, as my friend Bill stated. Bill and I were staring at the new, 2016 matte black Range Rover, in the middle of the mall parking lot, sizzling in the Saturday sun, with the keys sitting, waiting in the ignition. The keys seemed to be whispering, “I'm waiting, take me already. Nobody will see.”
Bill was ‘that one friend’, the one who always dragged you into trouble. I'll admit, I was tempted as well, but I could see it in Bill's eyes, they were bigger than tennis balls. His pupils seeming to grow bigger as each second passed, his eyes laser focused.
“Bill-” I started.
As he clamped his hand over my mouth, his eyes didn't flicker one bit, and he continued quietly with, “Is there anyone around?