The cool night air greeted them as they stepped out of the restaurant, a stark contrast to the warmth they'd enjoyed inside. The streets were quieter now, with only a few people passing by under the soft glow of the streetlights. The night felt peaceful, with a gentle breeze that carried the scent of the nearby woods.
As they walked toward the parking plot where their bikes were parked, the group fell into easy conversation. Raphael, ever the instigator, couldn't resist poking fun at the evening's events.
"So, Emily," he began, stepping beside her, "How's life riding with Maximilian? Did he serenade you with his smooth jazz playlist?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Unlike you, Raphael, Maximilian knows how to keep things peaceful. And no, there was no jazz."
Raphael let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ah, missed opportunities. Next time, you're riding with me. I've got a killer playlist." "Not happening," Emily shot back.