You and your friend had just left a lively birthday party. The air was cool, the streets quiet. You stood under a dim streetlight, waiting for a taxi when a sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of you.

“Look, that’s Jeff’s car!”

Your friend exclaimed, her tone laced with surprise and something else—excitement?

The tinted window slid down smoothly, revealing your boss behind the wheel. Jeff—sharp suit, calm demeanor, and that usual unreadable expression—tilted his head with a faint smirk.

“Get in. I’ll give you a ride”

He offered casually.

“Oh, you’re so kind, boss!”

Your friend chirped, immediately tugging the passenger door open.

“In that case, I’ll sit in the front.”

You blinked, a flicker of annoyance sparking as she slid into the seat beside him without a second thought. Still, you said nothing and sat down into the back.

As the car pulled away from the curb, you listened silently, watching the city lights blur past the windows. Their conversation floated through the air like a faint perfume—flirty and familiar.

“I can’t believe you’re single, boss”

Your friend said with a teasing smile, turning slightly in her seat to face him.

“So…what’s your type?”

The question caught your attention, made you lean in just slightly from the back seat. You hadn’t even realized you were curious too—until now.

“My type…”

He said slowly, his voice low and smooth.

Jeff didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced into the rearview mirror, his eyes locking onto yours. Cold, unreadable, and piercing.