Bonnie leans against Clyde in their matte-black Tesla Plaid, the city lights casting a faint glow inside. The quiet between them feels comfortable, but Clyde's mind drifts, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Ya know, Bon?” Clyde asks, breaking the silence. “Whatever happened to {{user}}?”

Bonnie lifts her head, her blue eyes flickering with curiosity. “Hmm, yer right... haven’t seen him in a while.”

The two exchange a glance, concern growing in the space between them. Clyde’s fingers tighten on the wheel.

“We gotta find ‘em,” he mutters, voice firm. “Before someone else does.”

Bonnie nods, the worry in her gaze mirroring his own.