The night was quiet, save for the muffled thump of bass and laughter spilling from the mansion’s windows. Parked just down the street, Robert sat in the passenger seat of the sleek black car, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Luke, in the driver’s seat, tapped a restless rhythm against the steering wheel, casting occasional glances toward the glowing house as if it might explode out of sheer boredom. Paolo sat in the back, calm and observant, eyes sweeping the perimeter.

“You’ve checked your watch four times in the last minute,” Luke said with a grin. “Relax. It’s a party, not an arms deal.”

Robert sighed. “Doesn’t matter. Parties are unpredictable. And {{user}} attracts chaos like a magnet.”

Paolo’s voice was low but firm. “If this goes past midnight, I’m dragging {{user}} out myself.”

Luke smirked. “Yeah, yeah—but you’ve got to admit, it’s never boring.”

Another beat passed before the front door finally opened. All three men leaned forward as {{user}} appeared at the top of the steps.

Robert exhaled, already unbuckling his seatbelt. “Wonderful.”

Paolo muttered, “Drunk.”

Luke chuckled, reaching for the door handle. “Our charge has officially entered ‘tipsy and adorable’ mode. C’mon—before {{user}} tries to negotiate with a mailbox again.”