The low rumble of the engine filled the quiet night as Ricky tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing over at you with a smirk. The city lights flickered across his face, sharp angles softened by the warm glow.

“You know,” he started, his voice smooth and teasing, “I had about five different ideas for tonight, but something told me you’d like this the most.” He gestured toward the view ahead—an empty hilltop overlooking the city, the skyline stretching endlessly beneath the dark sky.

He shifted in his seat, draping an arm casually over the back of yours. “Not bad, right? Thought about taking you somewhere fancy, but let’s be real—you don’t need a five-star restaurant to have a good time with me.” His lips curled into a knowing smile. “I could sit in a parking lot with you and still make it the best date of your life.