Angel and Xavier left the dealership with the contract sealed and the car set for its insane three-day build. The sky outside had shifted into that late-night glow where the neon hit the wet pavement just right. Angel nudged his arm once they stepped into the street.
"There's a place around the corner," she said. "Good food. Quiet. Let's eat before you drag me into more chaos."
They walked the short stretch and slipped into a restaurant tucked behind a line of holo-billboards. Small tables, dim lights, warm smell of spice drifting out from the kitchen. They sat across from each other, menus untouched because neither one needed them.
Angel leaned back and grinned. "Didn't expect this to be a date."
Xavier didn't blink. "It's not a date."
She lifted a brow. "Then what is it?"
He took a sip of water, calm as hell. "A date starts when I get you on a bed and make you moan my name."
