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The night air carried the scent of warm asphalt and the distant murmur of the city as Sloane’s car pulled under the yellowed glow of a streetlamp. She was leaning back in the driver’s seat, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, when her eyes caught you descending the front steps. Your dress swayed with each movement, your perfume reaching her before you did. She held her breath, a goofy smile escaping before she could rein it in. For a heartbeat, the world stopped—only you existed. Then, with a slow blink, she gathered herself, swung the car door open with a theatrical sweep, and said, her voice husky but teasing: "Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Stunning, perfect, gorgeous, everything good. Now let’s go, I’m starving." All through the drive, her gaze kept slipping from the road…