Killian

Henry and I stepped outside and I led him to my garage. I unlocked it and the two of us walked inside. Instantly I could see Henry's eyes dazzle at all the displayed cars.

Collecting all these gorgeous cars isn't just a hobby, it's something I always wanted to do ever since I received my first million dollars. In my childhood, I always saw hundreds of suited men driving flashy cars, they would pass by my house; just showing off to the kids in the street who can't even dream to have a car like that. I hate the point of buying something I'm careful with, and not being able to have much time to drive them. But collecting each and every one of these babies is just to tell those rich bastards that "hey, you saw me in my jerseys sitting outside the porch, look at me now and its your turn to rub your little nose on my car...well cars...".

"Well, Henry. Why won't you look around?"

Henry looked at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? All this is yours?"

I nodded. "Every one of them, mate. Go on, pick any car that catches your eye."

"That won't be easy."

"No problem, we got all day."

I watched Henry rush over to the cars; looking through the outside, and the inside of the car seats. I can't help but smile by his reaction. He reminds me of the time I started to buy these cars. Of course, at that time I wasn't knowledgeable with the "car language", but buying my first car was the best day of my life. My first baby was the Ashton Martin DB5 1963. When Milah and I went to Great Britian for a business affair three years ago, I had the chance to be invited to a James Bond film premiere. There was a film auction after a few long speeches and a final toast. My eyes just set on that car. As a child my dad was a James Bond fan. Every Saturday he will watch all James Bond movies while I watched in a secret spot without him knowing; my favorite was "Goldfinger". The car that man drove just made me look down at the car toys I owned. After I turned sixteen, I swore to myself I'll always buy some car that will make any rich man get down on their knees for. My wish came true a few years later. Oh what a wonderful day it was...

"This one!" Henry announced.

I came up to him. He stood beside the 1966 Batmobile Replica. I smiled. "You have a good eye. I bought that last year. She's quite a beauty isn't she?"

Henry nodded. "I was thinking about choosing at least two or three cars by its year."

"Well this car is a 1966 Batmobile Replica. Do you speak cars, mate?"

Henry nodded. "A little. Names aren't something I'm familiar with, but the looks of them are something I seen before."

"Keep looking, you still need two more now."

Henry turned around. "Well, I already did. I like the silver one beside that one." He took my hand and dragged me to the car he was referring to.

I smiled. "Henry do you know what this car is?"

He shook his head. "No. But it looks familiar...I think I saw on a poster for some movie last year."

"This is what I call the James Bond Masterpiece. This is the same exact car driven in the film "Goldfinger" in 1964 and shown again in Skyfall 007 last year. And I thought from the beginning that Sean Connery was a one of a kind. But boy Daniel Craig could almost beat Connery just like that, the man is born to be James Bond."

"I didn't watch the old version, but I did see one of the James Bond movies with Daniel Craig. I can't believe though that this very own car is right in front of me."

I looked at the car beside it. "Tell you what, mate. Let's use this car and a 1980 cherry Camaro I have in stock in my club. Since you're presenting this to the class, you might as well choose a car that everyone knows. Are you a Transformers fan?"

Henry shook his head. "Love the cars. Hate all the drama with the cube thing and robot transforming action. I mean, if I were the geniuses in Japan I'll just make the car other than a ridiculous robot."

I gave him a high five. For once, somebody understands the pointless story with such beautiful cars just wasted to transforming into insane, dangerous robots. I mean really, total waste of time and money.

"How about something yellow and something with a bit flashy and... just three years old but shown two years ago in a film?"

Henry shook his head in disbelief. "You have a Bumblebee original? No way."

I turned to the car behind me, covered in a white sheet. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it down. "Yes way, mate."

"Oh yeah. This is it. Like I'm done choosing. This car is so far what I even planned for in the beginning."

I crossed my arms on my chest. "Hey, how about we go stop by at the hospital? Your mum might be awake by now."

"Yeah that's a good idea. Let's go."

"Wait. Let's have a little fun. All these guys been locked up for too long. So choose a car you like, any car I promise."

His eyebrows raised high to his forehead. "I think you know which one I want." His eye crossed to the James Bond car.

"Excellent choice, mate."