At that moment, the man standing before him took on an air of exaggerated gravity. Ethan Caldwell stroked his chin in a pantomime of deep, serious thought, a playful glint dancing in the depths of his dark eyes as he watched Julian's anxious expression: "In that case, perhaps I should drive that orange sports car? It's a BMW, surely a brand like that isn't too conspicuous?"
"Be quiet, Ethan Caldwell!"
Julian Sterling's face flushed a deep, vibrant crimson, his voice rising in a sharp, mock-indignant rebuke directed at the towering man before him. Far from being offended by the outburst, Ethan Caldwell responded with a low, resonant chuckle that seemed to vibrate deep within his chest, the sound rich with genuine amusement. The two of them continued their lighthearted bickering as they traversed the expansive, sprawling garage, their footsteps echoing against the polished concrete as they prepared to depart for Julian's university.
