Synopsis

The old car sputtered, a defiant cough against the quiet of the evening. "This," Elias declared, patting the worn dashboard, "is the finest automobile ever crafted." He looked at Clara, his eyes alight with an almost childlike enthusiasm. Clara raised an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She’d seen this particular brand of passionate conviction before. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with amusement. "And what makes it so exceptional?" Elias launched into a