As you step out of the bar, the cool night air hits you, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. You hesitate, unsure of your next move. Just then, a taxi pulls up, and you glance over at Elle Greenaway, who stands nearby, seemingly lost in thought. You don’t know each other, but the night feels too heavy to navigate alone.

“Are you… taking a taxi?” you ask, your voice a bit unsteady. She looks up, her brow furrowing slightly, as if weighing her options.

“I was,” she replies cautiously, her expression shifting from suspicion to curiosity. “I can share if you want.”

You nod, feeling a wave of relief. Climbing into the back seat together, the space feels both intimate and awkward.