The Audi glided smoothly through the morning traffic, the city waking up around them in soft gold light. Maya's hand remained on Stan's thigh, her thumb still tracing slow, absent circles through the fabric of his jeans. Sophie leaned forward from the back seat, her chin nearly resting on the headrest between them, fingers lightly brushing the nape of his neck whenever the car took a gentle turn.
Maya glanced at the unfamiliar streets and tilted her head. "So… where exactly are we going? This doesn't look like any grocery run I've ever been on."
Sophie hummed in agreement, her breath warm near his ear. "Yeah. You've got that focused 'I know exactly where I'm headed' look. Spill."
