Lukas and Yaho left the venue the same way they had arrived earlier. The driver, waiting patiently by the car, opened the door for them, and the two quietly stepped inside. The atmosphere was calm, the thrill of the race behind them now. The city lights of Tokyo passed by outside the window as the car made its way back toward the hotel.
It was already night when they returned. The sky had darkened completely, and the streets were lit with soft neon and passing headlights. Lukas stepped out of the car first, followed by Yaho, and together they entered the grand lobby of the hotel.
When they reached the suite floor, Lukas opened the door to his room and stepped inside. As usual, Yaho paused near the entrance, ready to leave. But this time, Lukas raised his hand and gestured for her to wait.
