The night air was cool when they stepped outside, the hum of the city softer here, muted by the gardens and the conservatory walls. Trevor opened the passenger door with his usual grace, waiting until Lucas slid in before circling to the driver's side.
The car purred to life, smooth and quiet as they pulled out onto the wide avenue. For a few minutes neither spoke, the silence easy, filled with nothing but the low thrum of the engine and the distant glow of the city lights.
Lucas broke it first, glancing at Trevor's hands steady on the wheel, the platinum ring catching faint glints from the dash. "So… dinner. Should I expect greasy paper bags and questionable seating by the river?"
Trevor laughed, the low sound making Lucas's stomach twist with butterflies. "Gods, no. I should bribe Mia to never help you again with that."
