The night bled softly through the city as Noah's car cut through the dim glow of streetlights. He shouldn't have stayed that long. He shouldn't have even agreed to sit with them.

Emma and Diana.

He could still see them in his mind, laughing, sipping their wine, their hands brushing against each other's on the table as if they shared a language only they understood. It was.. intoxicating. Too intoxicating.

Noah's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather. ...