Ephyra slid into the back seat, her expression unreadable. Miles glanced at her through the rearview mirror, waiting.
"Where to, Miss Ephyra?"
She turned her gaze to the window, watching the world blur by. "Central Park," she said after a beat, her voice soft, almost absent.
Miles gave a brief nod and started the car. The restaurant was far, buried in a quieter part of the city, and the drive to Central Park took nearly two hours with traffic weaving in and out. Ephyra didn't speak the entire time. She leaned against the window, eyes half-lidded, thoughts buried deep.
When they finally pulled up along the park's edge, Miles eased the car to a stop. "We're here, Miss Ephyra."
She opened her eyes slowly, her gaze distant as she looked at the familiar stretch of green and concrete paths that cut through the city's heart. Then, without a word, she opened the door and stepped out.
"Go park somewhere," she said quietly, still not turning to face him. "I'll be there for a while."
