He stepped forward to speak to the driver, his posture calm and controlled, while Hazel's gaze remained fixed on him unwavering.
Fiona leaned closer, smirking. "Hmm… why are you smiling like that? You don't even want to break eye contact."
Hazel didn't look away. "He's a gentleman… and he saved us."
"The car is ready," Dante called out.
They moved toward it. Fiona slipped in first, but Hazel paused at the door, turning back toward him.
"Hey…" she said softly. "Can I have your number?"
For the first time, his composed expression flickered just slightly.
"…Sure," he said.
Their phones met, contact exchanged in a brief, charged silence.
Hazel stepped into the car last, giving him a small wave.
The taxi pulled away into the night.
Inside, Fiona immediately began teasing her, her voice light and relentless, while Hazel only smiled to herself, glancing back once through the window.
