The driver's seat felt unusually warm as I sat beside Aunt Diana, my gaze occasionally drifting toward her long, elegantly crossed legs. Her smooth, pale skin seemed to glow under the soft afternoon light filtering through the car windows, and the black high heels she wore added an air of sophistication that made her look more like a glamorous movie star than my aunt.
Diana's attention, however, was fixed on the world outside. The city streets blurred past us—towering skyscrapers, bustling sidewalks, and the occasional flash of neon signs reflecting in her thoughtful eyes.
There was a quiet intensity to her expression, as if she were lost in memories or perhaps imagining what the day might bring. The hum of the engine and the distant chatter of pedestrians filled the silence between us, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt like the calm before something exciting.
Finally, I broke the quiet. "So… where do you wanna go first?" I asked, turning slightly in my seat to face her.
