The car slowed without warning.
Not an abrupt stop, Gregoris never did anything abruptly, but a smooth deceleration that bled speed until the engine fell into a quiet, controlled purr. Before Rafael could even unfasten his seatbelt or formulate a complaint, Gregoris had already stepped out, closing his own door with a soft, decisive click.
Rafael watched him circle the front of the car, faintly suspicious.
He opened Rafael's door, like this was a gesture that mattered, and he intended it to be seen as such.
Then he held out his hand.
Rafael stared at it.
Then at him.
Then, beyond him.
The view was… absurd.
