Chapter 19: Body Care
Fin stepped out of the Guild with Juna, the afternoon sun hitting his face. He stopped dead when he saw it—a sleek, shiny pink car parked right outside. It looked like something out of a dream, all curves and polish, way too fancy for a slum kid like him.
"Is that... yours?" he asked, eyes wide.
Juna smirked, twirling a key around her finger. "Yep. Pretty, right? Come on, hop in."
He hesitated. "I don't wanna mess it up. This thing's worth more than my life."
She laughed, opening the passenger door. "You won't. Just don't bleed on the seats, okay?"
He climbed in, sinking into the soft leather. It smelled clean, like flowers and money. His hands hovered, afraid to touch anything. Juna slid into the driver's seat, hit the ignition, and the car purred to life. They peeled away from the Guild, the ride smooth as glass.
He stared out the window, watching buildings blur by—shops, people, streets he'd never bothered with before. "Never been in a car this nice," he said, half to himself.
"Stick with me, sweetie," she said, eyes on the road. "You'll see plenty of nice things."
The bank wasn't far. She parked in front of a tall building with big glass doors. Inside, it was quiet—only a couple people waiting. She led him to a desk where a guy in a suit barely looked up.
"New account," she said, nudging Fin forward.
"Uh, yeah," Fin said, fumbling with his Hunter license. "Got some credits to stash."