After a long silence, Rachel exhaled deeply, breaking the tension. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you shared that with me, and I also hate you a little less now," she said, offering a small smile.
Nick's lips curved into a half-smile at her comment. "I think we are done here then. Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, pushing back his chair.
"No, it's too early. I know an amazing ice cream spot. We should go there," Rachel suggested, her enthusiasm infectious.
Nick chuckled softly. "Why not," he agreed, rising from his seat. Rachel followed suit, and after settling the bill, they exited the restaurant.
Outside, a sleek black Ferrari was waiting. Rachel turned to Nick. "Can I drive?" she asked eagerly, eyeing the car.
Nick hesitated, uncertain. "Ah, I don't know," he mumbled, taking out his car keys.
