Now you're making me remember something that happened when I was still in high school. Bad Bob.
On my way home, I travelled down this one-way street, but the street allowed cars to come up and down it. I can't remember if this blackish-brown car was behind me or if it was off to the side, but either way, there was this blackish-brown car slowly following me.
I was the only person out at the time, so it was super weird. He was creeping in his car, just slowly watching, following me. I darted down a street before mine, to trick him into thinking I lived on that street. It worked. I didn't see the car after that.
was that brown car a bugatti?