The city lights cast a golden glow over the sleek black car as it weaved through the bustling streets. Jasmine sat in the passenger seat, her hands resting on her lap, her fingers lightly curled in an attempt to steady her nerves. She had been on dinner outings before, but this felt… different. Tristan had gone out of his way to make the evening special.
"You look stunning tonight," Tristan murmured as he maneuvered the wheel with one hand. His voice was low, velvety, and filled with an admiration that made her stomach flutter.
