POV: Jovan
The office parking lot was eerily quiet this afternoon—at least, it felt that way to me. The humid Florida air hung heavy, but every step I took felt strangely light, fueled by a surge of adrenaline I hadn't felt in years.
Behind me, I could hear the soft rhythm of Evelyn’s footsteps. She was keeping pace, though I could tell she was hesitant.
I stopped beside my blacked-out Triumph and finally let go of her hand. The lingering warmth of her palm made my own skin itch with a sudden, sharp sense of loss. I quickly straddled the bike, reaching for the spare carbon-fiber helmet clipped to the side.
I shifted my weight, sitting sideways on the seat so I could face her directly.
Our eyes met. Just for a second.
She looked away instantly, her gaze dropping to the asphalt. Even i
