The Lamborghini continued through familiar streets. Amelia recognized the route almost immediately.
Stan's handsome face then surfaced in her mind, her gaze couldn't help but move to him driving the Lamborghini so casually...
Admiring his handsome face, Amelia gradually relaxed into the seat. The silence between them did not feel empty. She felt no pressure to fill it with conversation. Simply sitting beside him was enough.
She liked this version of her life: quiet drives, private exchanges, his teasing, the unremarkable comfort of having someone next to her who already knew most of her sharp edges.
Stan's voice broke the quiet again, playful once more.
"Ain't you my love?"
Amelia froze for half a second. She knew exactly what he was doing. She lowered her gaze, cheeks warm, and answered meekly.
"Yes."
Stan's smile was openly pleased. He let the moment linger before adding, "You go so quiet every time I say it."
