As I slid into the back seat of the cab, the leather cools against my skin as I settle in. Sydney, always the life of the party, is buzzing with excitement beside me, while Carol, the calm and collected one, sits besides Sydney. The cab driver starts the engine, and we are on our way to the club, the night full of possibilities.
As we merge into traffic, our conversation takes a turn toward recent event. Sydney, unable to contain her curiosity, leans forward and asks, "So, Laura, spill the beans! What happened with Noah?"
A mischievous smile dances across my lips as I recall the encounter earlier. "Oh, you won't believe it," I reply, my voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "I bumped into him while leaving our condo building, and let's just say, he was stunned."
Sydney's eyes widen,
