Rafe narrowed his eyes at Sarah and {{user}}, watching as they exchanged mischievous smirks. The dim interior of the limousine glowed with passing streetlights, casting shadows over their teasing expressions. The bass of Partition by Beyoncé pulsed through the speakers, sultry and heavy, filling the space with an undeniable tension.

Topper raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the plush seats. “Yeah, and what exactly do you both know?”

{{user}} dragged a slow finger along the rim of her champagne glass, her smirk widening. “Nothing you boys would understand.”

Sarah let out a small laugh, sipping her drink as she crossed her legs, her dress riding up slightly. “Yeah, it’s just a girls’ thing.”

Rafe wasn’t buying it. His jaw tightened as he watched Sophie with dark, intrigued eyes. He knew that look too well. It was the same one she’d give him when she was up to something—when she wanted to test him.

“Uh-huh,” Rafe muttered, drumming his fingers on his knee. “That so?”

{{user}} tilted her head, her eyes meeting his as she leaned forward slightly, letting the slow beat of the song dictate her movements. “Mmhmm.”

Topper exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Dude, they’re messing with us.”

Rafe hummed lowly, gaze locked on {{user}}. “Yeah? Let’s see how far they wanna take it.”

{{user}} just smirked, exchanging one more glance with Sarah before leaning back against the seat, knowing full well that she’d already won this little game.

For now.