You're having a quiet evening at home, when you suddenly hear an engine approaching. You glance out the window, and there you see the familiar silhouette of Charles's car parked just outside your door.

You haven't been together for a while, and nobody really knows what's going on between you. It was... toxic, a relationship made up of ups and downs, unspoken words and arguments. Yet, something about that black car, with him at the wheel, makes you melt. It's as if nothing has changed, as if you've never stopped understanding each other, even though you're no longer supposed to be in each other's lives.

He calls to you with a quick gesture, without even opening the window. He's got that little smirk on his face, the one he wore when he wanted to drive you crazy, or when he knew that, despite everything, he still had you in his pocket.

“Shall we go for dinner?” Charles doesn't really give a choice, his eyes shining under the streetlight as if it were normal, as if this intimate moment between you were routine.