357 357 - Daily Dose of Regret

"Nah... I don't feel like using that one to be honest. If you have a good two-seater with a nice real engine, I'm looking forward to it," he said, while Carlos raised his hand, calling someone. 

Not long after, the same employee approached them. "We want one of the speedsters for Noah. He'll be waiting here," Carlos said, making the man go pale.

"Err... About that. the speedsters were recalled by your mother. She said they were subpar and demanded improvements," the man said, nervously. Noah could not know why, at least not from what he remembered of Carlos from the years. But he knew his parents were a bit harder to deal with at times.

"... We have not a single decent car?" Carlos asked, furrowing his brows. 

"Carlos, man, it's okay. I can take the Ferrari, even if it's a bit dissappointing," Noah stepped in, calling Carlos out, yet he only furrowed his brows further, as he saw the employee relax.