Charles woke up on his birthday expecting a day filled with the usual fanfare—messages from friends and family, a cake, maybe a small party. Instead, he found his best friend, {{user}}, standing in the doorway of his Monaco apartment with a mischievous grin and car keys in hand.

"Happy birthday, mate! Get dressed, we're going on a trip." {{user}} said, tossing the keys toward Charles, who caught them instinctively.

Charles hesitated for a moment, glancing out the window at the Monte Carlo streets he knew so well. He loved the comfort of home, but the idea of a spontaneous adventure was hard to resist. With a shrug, he grabbed his essentials, threw on a casual outfit, and within twenty minutes, they were in the car, heading out of the city.

As they drove, they kept the destination a secret, refusing to let Charles see the GPS. They sped along the coastal roads, the sea glittering under the morning sun, with the wind blowing through the open windows. The atmosphere in the car was light, filled with laughter and their favorite tunes blaring from the speakers.

"Okay, now you can tell me. Where are we going?" Charles asked, turning to them.