Celine held tightly onto Black’s back, her other hand wrapped around his waist as she sat behind him on the sports bike, slicing through the night air at high speed. The cold night breeze played with her long hair. She hadn’t expected their journey to end here, in front of his apartment.
She looked at him curiously, her face reflecting a mix of confusion and bewilderment.
“Celine, in a hesitant voice: “What are we doing here? Aren’t we going to the party?”
Black laughed mockingly, his expression stern, but his eyes roamed from her head to her toes, assessing her appearance with precision.
“Black, in a sarcastic tone, his eyes glimmering: “In those clothes?!”
Celine quickly glanced at herself, raising her eyebrows in surprise. The dress she wore was simple and ill-suited for the lively
