The city lights blurred past the windows as Florian drove through the quiet streets. Soft music played from the radio, filling the comfortable silence between you. It was late, and most of the world seemed asleep.

You rested your head against the window and glanced at him. His hands were steady on the steering wheel, his expression calm as always.

"You don't talk much when you drive." You said.

A small smile appeared on his lips. "I'm listening."

"To what?"

He was quiet for a moment before answering.

"To you."

Your heart skipped unexpectedly. The car continued through the empty streets, warm and peaceful. Florian glanced at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "I'm glad you're here." He said simply.

The words were quiet, almost casual, but somehow they meant more than any grand confession. Outside, the city passed by. Inside, with Florian beside you, the drive home felt like the place you belonged.