Marco watched the apartment door close behind Caroline, the faint click echoing softly in the still night. He stood for a moment, feeling the crisp New York air brush against his face, mingling with the warmth that had just blossomed inside the car. A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Tonight was different. Tonight was not just another night—it was a beginning.
He walked back to his car, sliding into the driver is seat with a calmness that belied the excitement fluttering inside. The streets were quieter now, the city's hustle retreating into a slower rhythm, as if New York itself had taken a breath.
Marco's mind replayed every detail—the way Caroline's eyes sparkled when she looked at him, the softness of her voice when she whispered her gratitude, and the way their lips had touched, tentative at first, then with a growing certainty that neither wanted to let go.
