The cinema's parking structure was nearly empty when they walked out, the late hour wrapping the city in the particular hush that only ever fell after one in the morning.
Stan opened the passenger door of the Huracán for Mia. She slid in with the slightly tired, slightly drifting movement of a woman whose adrenaline had finally fully metabolized, her crimson dress shifting around her thighs as she tucked her legs in. She looked across at him as he settled into the driver's seat, her eyes soft in the amber glow of the dashboard.
"You're not allowed to disappear again, you know."
Stan started the engine. The low growl filled the empty structure.
"I'm right here."
"That's what you said before you disappeared the first time."
"That's long ago, I'm not sure I said something along that lines as a kid..."
"Don't worry I'm just playing around..." Mia smiled.
