As Maeve paid the bill and we stepped out into the crisp evening air, I felt oddly content, a sense of ease lingering from our time in the restaurant.
The city lights glowed softly around us, and the buzz of passing cars filled the silence that settled between us as we walked.
"Come on," Maeve said, jerking her head toward the nearby parking lot. "I'll drive you home."
I nodded, a little surprised but glad for the extra time with her. As we rounded the corner, I spotted her car and stopped, unable to hide my astonishment.
It was a sleek, black Lamborghini, gleaming under the streetlights like something straight out of a movie.
"Is… that yours?" I asked, unable to hide the slight incredulity in my voice.
Maeve gave me a smirk, clearly amused by my reaction. "What? Didn't think I'd be the type?"
I shrugged, laughing softly. "Well, I just didn't peg you for someone into fancy cars."
