Jiyeon slouched deeper into the passenger seat, watching the endless road stretch out before them. The car hummed softly, and the warm afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue. Despite the calm, her mind buzzed with curiosity.
"I swear, if you're kidnapping me and taking me to some corporate retreat, I'm jumping out of this car," Jiyeon deadpanned, breaking the silence.
Yura smirked but didn't take her eyes off the road. "Don't worry, I wouldn't waste your precious time like that. And I don't think you'd get very far. You barely survived those high heels last month."
Jiyeon huffed, crossing her arms. "Excuse me, but I was being fashion-forward. Not my fault we had to walk across a gravel driveway for that gala."
"You could barely stand after ten minutes," Yura teased, her eyes glinting with amusement.
