I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and smiled politely at the reflection of the man who stood at the next sink.
“Are you in the car business?” the reflection asked.
“No,” I answered, hesitating a little since I did not know exactly what he meant by “you.” I did not know everyone who was at our table in the club, but I was pretty sure none was in the automotive industry.
“He does look quite like Köningsegg — the bold guy,” said the man. “And you look like his chief engineer.”
“I’m sorry,” I said as I dried my hands on a mini-towel. “You are confusing us with others.”
We walked together back into the dining hall and I wondered that it was a nice change to be confused with some other celebrity than Jürgen Klopp.
The flash fiction story Köningsegg is part of the flash fiction collection Flash 52.
