The car glided smoothly out of the Elysium driveway, the hum of the engine soft against the quiet of dawn. Manila’s streets were empty at this hour, neon lights flickering against glass towers as the city yawned awake.
Lani immediately made herself at home in the passenger seat. “Okay, so, this is officially the nicest car I’ve ever sat in. Do these seats have memory foam? Because I feel like I’m being hugged.”
The driver didn’t answer, eyes fixed on the road.
Tristan, seated beside Sofia in the back, finally spoke. “It’s adaptive leather. Adjusts to your weight.”
Lani gasped, spinning around. “Adaptive leather? Oh my God. Sofie, I can never sit in your GrabCar again. You’ve ruined me.”
Sofia groaned softly. “Lani, please.”
But Lani wasn’t done. She leaned toward the dashboard, peeri
