They stepped out of the Crown Jewel Tower together, greeted by the warm glow of the late-morning sun spilling across the streets below.
Sophie was dressed modestly, her outfit comfortable but flattering in the effortless way she always managed. In one hand, she carried a small overnight bag she'd packed earlier with clothes for yoga while Stan had been putting on his shoes.
He noticed the bag immediately but said nothing.
She noticed him noticing it, and said nothing too.
Neither of them needed to. The quiet exchange between them had already said enough.
Stan simply motioned toward the car before walking ahead and opening the passenger door of the Huracán for her.
Sophie slid into the seat with the small, contented smile of a woman who appreciated the gesture without needing to make a scene of it. She placed her bag neatly at her feet before turning toward him as he settled behind the wheel.
"Let's go," she said softly.
Stan started the engine. The drive was unhurried.
