The roar of a finely tuned engine echoed through the quiet streets of Toronto as Kallan Holley and Berkley Silverman pulled into the parking lot of a cozy lakeside café. Their 2010 Ford Mustang EcoBoost glimmered under the soft glow of the streetlights, the rose-gold racing stripes catching the reflections of the nearby water.

Kallan slid out of the driver’s seat, her chestnut hair falling in soft waves as she adjusted the cuff of her denim jacket. She turned to Berkley, who was leaning casually against the passenger door, her platinum blonde hair tied back in a sleek ponytail that caught the faint breeze.

"Alright, Berk," Kallan said with a playful grin, tossing her keys into the air before catching them. "I drove. You’re buying the coffee."

Berkley smirked, pushing off the car with a graceful ease. "Fair deal," she replied, slipping her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. "But only if you admit my Spotify playlist was better this time."

As the two laughed and exchanged banter, they didn’t notice the few onlookers admiring their stunning ride—or the mysterious figure watching them from a darkened corner of the café patio.

“So,” Kallan began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as they stepped toward the entrance. “Think tonight’s just coffee... or an adventure?”

Berkley raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “With us? Always an adventure.”