When they parted from their embrace, Charlotte's face lit up with excitement. "Today, you have to go with me to a restaurant. My treat." she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
Ryan smiled, "Okay." he agreed.
Together, they walked out of the airport, Ryan carrying his luggage with ease. A black car, arranged by Ryan's family to pick him up, waited for them outside. The chauffeur, dressed in a crisp black suit, greeted them with a nod.
"I will go with you." Charlotte announced.
Ryan, hearing her words, opened the passenger door for her with a gallant gesture. Charlotte slid into the seat first, followed by Ryan, who placed his luggage in the backseat. After the car started moving, the atmosphere inside became quiet, punctuated only by the soft typing of Ryan on his laptop. The sound filled the silence, a gentle accompaniment to their comfortable quietness, as they settled in for the ride.
