I tossed the car keys over to Michal, confident in his ability to catch them mid-air, which he did effortlessly. With a reassuring nod, he moved to help Sabrina into the passenger seat, gently ensuring she was comfortably settled in.
Meanwhile, I took care of Shelly, guiding her into the backseat with the care I’ve come to know she appreciated after a spirited evening like this.
Once Shelly was seated, I slid in next to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence. I reached over to buckle her seatbelt, a ritual she often resisted with playful stubbornness.
Even though she hated wearing it, I always insisted for her safety, a rule she begrudgingly accepted from me, despite my own lack of adherence to the same precaution. With everyone secure, we were ready to start the journey home.
As we made our way home, I found myself deep in a conversation about business with Michal. The girls, meanwhile, were absorbed in their own animated discussion, the car filled with a lively buzz
