The engines of the sleek black car rumbled steadily, echoing faintly against the walls of the towering building as they idled in anticipation. Inside, the air felt charged, the driver's hands resting tensely on the wheel, waiting for the signal that their passenger was on her way.
The moment Angel's figure finally appeared at the entrance, her presence was unmistakable, graceful yet heavy with an air of unspoken turmoil. Without hesitation, the car door swung open for her as though rehearsed, and in a swift, sharp movement, she slipped inside, her expression unreadable. Almost immediately, the driver started the engine, and with a low growl, the car rolled out of the building's premises.
As the vehicle surged forward into the city's restless evening, Angel turned her head slightly toward the window, her gaze locking on the blur of neon lights and passing shadows.
