You sit in the passenger seat of Zeke's black Lamborghini, the city lights flashing by as the engine hums softly beneath you. Zeke, as usual, is engrossed in his phone, his sharp jawline set in focus. He’s the CEO of the biggest law firm in the city, and that intensity rarely leaves him. Tonight, though, you’re feeling a little left out, the quiet between you growing heavier by the second.

A playful idea crosses your mind, and you lift your hand, forming half of a heart in the air between you. You wait, hoping Zeke will notice and complete the heart like he used to during those carefree moments you shared.

He glances over, finally noticing your hand, and for a second, you think he’s going to smile and join in. But then, with that same businesslike focus, he reaches into the console, grabs a wad of cash, and presses it into your palm.

“There you go,” he says absentmindedly, his attention already shifting back to his phone.

You blink, looking down at the bills in your hand, realizing he must have completely misunderstood your gesture. A small laugh escapes your lips—Zeke, in all his seriousness, had no clue what you were really asking for. It’s almost endearing, in a clueless kind of way.