Us and the Maserati

As soon as we got to the garage, I saw the Maserati parked. Anon's car wasn't next door.

We stopped in front of the silver/clear car, with perfect design:

- Don't tell me we're going on the Maserati! - I felt my heart want to jump out of my chest.

- Yea. - He smiled.

I couldn't resist and took some euphoric jumps:

- I'm ecstatic. - I confessed, going to the passenger door.

Before I opened it, he said:

- Hey, disqualified... Want to drive?

- I? I don't have a license. - I sighed sadly.

- Who said you need it?

- The police? - I wrinkled my forehead.

- What do you think the police would find worse in the direction: a drunk or a person without a license?

- You're not so drunk anymore.

- And you must know how to drive, am I right?

- Yea...

Before I could say anything, he threw the key over the car, which I appeared in the air, smiling without realizing it, I was so euphoric.

I turned around and got into the Maserati, feeling weak in my legs. It was dawn and I was with Heitor Casanova in hi