The car's engine hummed softly as they sped along the coastal road, leaving the haughty silhouette of the Azure building behind in the rearview mirror. Inside the quiet cabin, only Clara's stifled sobs could be heard. Her grip on the steering wheel was so tight her knuckles had turned white. "I'm sorry, Ethan," Clara whispered, her voice hoarse. "I shouldn't have taken you there. I should have known they'd only insult you." Ethan looked out the window, his face showing no hint of anger. It was as if every insult had been nothing more than a passing breeze. "Don't worry about it, Clara. That table by the window was lovely, but the real view begins tonight. You didn't do anything wrong." Clara wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Why are you always like this? Why aren't you angry when
