Auto Place -

Auto Place wasn’t a parking lot.

Not a three-point turn. A slow, continuous pivot. The sedan spun on its own axis, tires squeaking like mice. As it turned, the other cars began to move. Not by magic—by hydraulics. The system was responding. Auto Place was re-placing. auto place

By the following Wednesday, the lot was full, and a digital waitlist had formed. Leo expanded into the adjacent lot—the old “Overflow” section, which his uncle had used to store dead lawnmowers and a single, tragic Corvette. Auto Place wasn’t a parking lot