Right Time for Everything

“Mr. Hills is here…”

“Really?”

“I think so. I think I saw him right there in front of the building,”

“He’s back? Why?”

“Are you sure that it’s him?”

“How can I possibly get it wrong? It’s definitely Ace Hills…”

The random phrases that floated in the air as I made my way toward the front entrance of the building confirmed that I was right about Ace’s arrival. He definitely chose to come at the worst of times. The end of the workday meant that the lobby was crowded and so was the front of the building with people exiting the building on their way to return home from work.

I squeezed through the crowd of people while feeling slightly frustrated that I couldn’t get to Ace any faster. When I saw the exit in sight, I spotted a very bright red sports car that immediately captured my attention. I knew without any signs of doubt that it was Ace’s car. It wasn’t a car that I had seen before, and it was definitely much flashier than the other cars that I’ve seen him use to commute to and from w