Hurts

As they finished their meal, Remo paid the bill, and a subtle tranquility settled between them. The restaurant's ambiance, once filled with the clinking of cutlery and distant conversations, now embraced a subdued calm.

Remo guided Abby back to the car, the night enveloping them as they drove through the quiet streets. Abby's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "Where are we going?"

Remo's gaze held a mysterious gleam as he replied, "A secluded place, my hideout point in the city."

Abby's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Your hideout point? What do you use it for?" she inquired.

Remo's expression turned enigmatic. "It's a quiet spot, away from the chaos of the city. A place I bought in case I want to gather my thoughts," he explained, choosing not to reveal the darker secrets hidden within the shadows of his words.