As Amara and Elara stepped out of the restaurant, the city lights glimmered around them, creating a warm, magical haze over the streets. Amara, without missing a beat, tugged Elara close and took out her phone. "Smile," she ordered, lips quirking into something that was probably the closest Amara got to 'adorable.'
Elara rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, squeezing Amara's arm tighter as they leaned in for the photo. Amara's grin softened as the shutter clicked, capturing a rare, unguarded moment.
"Perfect," Amara murmured, staring at the photo with a touch of satisfaction before she dialed her chauffeur. "Alright, time to go home before my parents send a search party."
Elara chuckled. "Your parents? It's my agent who's probably got the FBI tracking us by now."
When the sleek black car pulled up, Amara opened the door with an exaggerated flourish. "Your chariot awaits."
