They walked back into the dealership to find the salesman already standing near the entrance, arms crossed and wearing the look of someone who had placed a bet and was waiting to collect.
His eyes went to Lukas first.
"So," he said with a grin. "How did it go?"
Lukas reached into his spatial ring and held out the certification card.
The salesman took it. He turned it over, checked the seal, checked the name, then looked up at Lukas with a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Alright," he said. "Very good prank. Who printed this for you?"
"It's real," Lukas said.
"Of course it is." The salesman handed it back. "Come on. Where did you get it made? There's a place two streets over that does fake IDs. Good quality too."
"I went to the testing center," Lukas said. "I took the written exam and the practical one too, and I passed both."
The salesman looked at him for a few seconds.
"In the time you were gone."
"Yes."
Another pause.
