Ember opened the door. Antoinette stood there, already dressed down from earlier—more relaxed this time. “Hungry?” she asked.
Ember nodded. “Very.” She grabbed her bag and they stepped out. The city felt warm and different at night. It was alive. Antoinette led the way confidently.
“I’ve been here before,” she said, glancing back. “There’s a street not far from here—good food, nice vibe. Very… Mexican.” She smiled.
Ember followed and they turned onto a lively stretch in Fort Worth Stock yards. String lights stretched overhead. Restaurants lined on both sides. Music drifted faintly through the air. People laughed, talked, and moved in clusters. It was vibrant and overwhelming at the same time.
Ember slowed slightly, taking it in. “This is nice,” she admitted. Antoinette smiled. “Told
