Night Drive

The SUV glided through the city like a silent predator, its engine barely making a sound. Naomi leaned against the window, watching as the streets blurred past. The city was alive—neon signs flickering, crowds moving like waves, music spilling out from clubs and bars. But Adams? He looked as calm as ever, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift.

"So," Adams said, glancing at her with a smirk, "where exactly are we going?"

Naomi smirked back, eyes full of mischief. "You'll see."

Adams raised an eyebrow but didn't push. He simply kept driving as Naomi gave him directions, leading him further away from the crowded parts of the city. Eventually, the streets got quieter. The bright lights dimmed, replaced by street lamps and the occasional flicker of fireflies. They passed through a narrow road lined with trees, the scent of fresh earth and grass replacing the city's smoky air.