By the time Elias walked back out to the lot, the sun had dipped low, turning the snow-dusted pavement into a sheet of orange glass. Marcus handed over the keys, which felt surprisingly heavy in Elias’s palm.
"Merry Christmas to me," Elias muttered, clicking the remote. The headlights winked back at him. buying a new car in december
Back at the dealership, the real December dance began. The showroom was a surreal mix of tension and tinsel. Elias pointed to a small scratch on the door handle—a gift from a stray shopping cart, no doubt—and used the "impending blizzard" as leverage. Marcus countered with "holiday bonus rebates" and "winter protection packages." By the time Elias walked back out to