Ein pulled into the valet at a high-end restaurant, easing Adriel's sleek, polished car into the parking spot. The car wasn't a flashy sports model, but it had the sort of luxurious comfort that reminded him of its high price. Soft leather seats, a smooth, quiet engine, and the ambient lighting inside that made every drive feel like floating on a cloud.
"Not bad, right?" Adriel glanced at Ein, trying to gauge his reaction.
Ein gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Comfortable."
"That's it?" Adriel sighed, removing his seat belt. "You're not very excitable, you know that?"
"Hm. We're not here to have fun, are we?" Ein returned the question, stepping out of the driver's seat. He handed the valet the key, and straightened his jacket.
As he walked around to where Adriel was already waiting, his gaze swept over the entrance of the restaurant, framed with polished glass and gold accents. The place reeked of old money. Classy. Expensive.
