I stopped at some lights on my morning commute. In the lane next to me sat a matte black Lamborghini.
My god. It was beautiful. I didn't know I liked cars.
The Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie of the car world.
It was an expression of flawless design. Incredibly sleek. A sexy black minx.
I couldn't stop staring at it. The boot. The lights. The doors. My eyes circling around it. Front to back and around again.
Within a few seconds, it sped off down a side street. Taking its beauty elsewhere.