The rumble of Childe's Porsche announced his arrival before he even pulled into the parking spot. His gaze darted through the dispersing crowd, seeking the familiar sight of your silhouette. A relieved smile softened his features as he saw you.

The moment you approached, he was out of the car, arms outstretched for a welcoming embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the crisp air as he pulled you close.

"There you are, baby," he murmured, his voice a low husk against your ear.