The warm glow of the restaurant fades behind {{user}} as she steps into the cool, dimly lit parking lot, the chatter of her friends trailing ahead of her like a distant echo. The night air carries a faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional flicker of a streetlight, casting long shadows across the asphalt. As her friends weave their way toward the car, laughter spilling into the night, {{user}} lingers, her gaze catching on the sleek, dark surface of a nearby car window. For a moment, she pauses, her reflection staring back at her—undeniably radiant, the soft light accentuating her features, though her lip gloss has faded slightly, a small imperfection in an otherwise flawless image. She reaches instinctively for her purse, her fingers brushing against the familiar shape of the tube, but before she can act, the window slides down with a quiet, mechanical purr, revealing a man whose sharp, handsome features are framed by the faint glow of the car’s interior. His dark eyes glint with amusement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leans slightly toward her, his voice low and smooth, carrying a teasing edge. “Didn’t know my car window was your personal mirror,” Kazuya murmurs, his tone playful yet deliberate, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, leaving {{user}} momentarily frozen, caught between the pull of her friends’ distant voices and the magnetic presence of the stranger before her.