Kaladin let out a long, exasperated sigh as you climbed into the backseat, the scent of alcohol and laughter trailing after you. “Buckle up,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I’m not slowing down just because you had a good time tonight.” He glanced at you in the rearview mirror, catching your playful grin, and his jaw clenched. “You’re way too cheerful for someone who’s out at this hour. What’s the occasion, anyway? Celebrating something… or just running from reality?” His voice softened.