Hours

I started in the expensive limo that came to pick me up. The car looked insanely luxurious, and the driver? He was dressed like he was about to chauffeur royalty—wearing a flawless tuxedo that screamed class. It was a long, sleek black limo, the kind that made even me pause mid-cry to stare in awe.

I glanced over at her—yeah, she noticed too. I could see the mix of confusion and a hint of jealousy in her teary eyes before she went right back to crying.

Eric turned toward her then, stepped closer, and pulled her gently into his arms. She sobbed against his chest, and he just held her. Yeah… they're gonna be okay. They just need time—and each other.

As the car pulled away and we drove off toward the house, I couldn't help but watch them through the tinted window, knowing they'd figure it out.

After hours....like literal hours...of driving, I was starting to think we were heading to the ends of the earth. Who the hell is this man? Galactus himself? Dude drove all this way just to pick me