MARVIN'S COLD FRONT

"Hey, you guessed right." She noticed his hesitation. "Come on Marvin, hop on, let me gift you a lift." She said.

Marvin hesitated for a moment as he looked at Stella and then back at the sleek car.

His instincts told him to be careful. He didn’t know her well, and this whole thing seemed a bit too convenient.

But with the evening shadows stretching across the pavement and the cool breeze brushing against his face, he slowly decided to take the chance. He nodded, still cautious, and opened the door to the passenger seat.

As he slid in, Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He glanced around the interior, taking in the scent of leather mixed with a faint hint of some expensive perfume.

The car was spotless, with sleek black seats and high-tech gadgets lining the dashboard.

Stella seemed to be watching him closely, and a subtle smile was still on her lips.

“So, where do you stay?” Stella asked, her voice was smooth and unhurried.

Marvin kept his answer brief. “Ju