Glass and Titanium

Your thought about an iPhone found an answer in the dark under the lobby sofa. A brand-new smartphone lay face-up on the polished stone, dropped from a guest's pocket. Its sapphire camera bump caught the dim ambient floor glow. I throttled straight across the open marble and nudged into the gap beneath the couch. The clearance narrowed sharply under the brushed titanium frame. Instead of braking, I drove my front bumper flush against the flat glass edge. The immense screen mirrored my worn chassis cleanly. I held position against the cold metal rim, anchoring myself in its reflection for the night.