I looked up from the conversation and focused on the traffic in front of us.
“What am I looking at?” I asked.
“The car in the left lane.”
I noticed it immediately after he said it.
There was something different about the vehicle.
At first, I thought it was a reflection from a nearby sign or perhaps sunlight bouncing off the windshield. But as we got closer, I realized the lights were actually attached to the vehicle.
They were green.
Bright green.
Not flashing wildly like police lights.
Not blinking like hazard lights.
Just steady green lights mounted on the vehicle.
For a moment, I wondered whether it was some type of custom decoration. People modify their cars all the time. I’ve seen colorful underglow lighting, illuminated wheel rims, and all kinds of accessories designed to attract attention.
But these lights seemed intentional.
Official, somehow.
My husband watched the vehicle carefully.
“You should slow down and let them pass,” he said.
I glanced at him.
“Why?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know exactly. I just think we should.”
His answer surprised me.
