Darren eased his Aston Martin One-77 through the winding private streets of Greenbaby, the engine's low growl cutting through the stillness of the late night.
The street was cloaked in darkness, save for the bright silver of beautiful street lamps high above his car, casting long shadows across the pavement.
Listening to an Eminem track, he bobbed his head softly according to the tune as the cool and crisp, brushed against his face from his rolled down windows, carrying the faint scent of pine from the surrounding woods.
Darren had left Penelope's house two hours ago. The visit had ended with him finishing the food she made him to the plate and then gulping down a box of orange juice that he had elevated to see her bring.
Then, after offering a handshake to Mr. Castle, the man had pulled him towards himself and gave him a deep hug rather, saying that Darren was now part of the family.
