Wyatt drove onto the parking lot, slowly enough to see if any other vehicles were getting in or out. All his life he had lived in Sacramento, he had seen the Four Seasons hotel, earlier he didn´t care. Now he did.
The changeling saw car lights going on, someone was about to drive away, so he got closer. The car almost got out of the parking place, but there was Wyatt, he pressed the accelerator and moved his Honda Accord just behind the BWM M3, luxe edition so it seemed. The car's horn sounded loud. The driver looked through his window, Wyatt suppressed a smile and mouthed ´sorry´ instead. The BMW driver shaked his head, irritated. Wyatt smiled inside, he pretended to pull his car back, but he actually turned the motor off.
Oops! Did I really just do that?
The other driver got out of his car, just like Wyatt expected, complete with neat suit. Such a stereotype. Because the man seemed mad and wanted to talk, or at least shout, Wyatt opened his window. ´I'm sorry sir, my car… it's just new.’ Wyatt gave him a dull look, ‘Or I'd better say second-hand, but that’s new for me.’ He shrugged with a smile.
The nearly bald man bit on his lip. ‘Look son, I have important business to attend to and I really can’t play games with you and your car.’ Why do BMW drivers always think they rule the world?
‘If I could help it sir, I certainly would.’ He stayed completely calm, just to make the situation worse. And it worked, the man leaned on his Honda Accord, his almost red face near Wyatt’s calm one, ‘Move your ass together with your car, and I might be on time for my appointment.’ Wyatt had to dodge his saliva if he didn’t want to get wet. But gladly, a twinkling feeling started to come, though he felt there was more to get from this man.
So he opened his door, bashing the man backwards, ‘How about we push my car backwards, it's OK if you have an appointment, I'll look at my motor myself.’ Wyatt wasn't really a good actor, but it didn't really matter here, this man in front of him was blind already. ‘Really? Just really?! I’m not stupid!’ The man pulled Wyatt away, threw him out of the way and seated himself in the Honda. The motor started of course. With the door still open his car was driven backwards, out of the way of the BMW. Wyatt watched this all, smiling inwardly.
A moment later the man almost ran to his own car, got in when Wyatt said: ‘Thanks!’ All he got back was a middle finger and ‘Fuck YOU!’
The man thought Wyatt joking again, but no, the Changeling was really thankful for his anger. Yeah, he looked up at the clear sky of the spring, and felt as good as new.
Time to visit the hotel…