The car eased into the familiar curb, tires crunching softly over the pavement.
Luca cut the engine, the hum fading into quiet, leaving only the city's distant glow and the soft click of seatbelts being undone.
Noel leaned back, stretching slightly, hair falling over his forehead. "That was… exhausting."
"Not nearly as exhausting as singing it correctly," Luca teased, hand still brushing against his.
Noel laughed, shoving him playfully. "You were worse than me!"
"Obviously," Luca replied with mock severity, opening the door for him. "After all, I am your personal driver tonight."
Noel shook his head, stepping out into the soft night air. "If you're my driver, then I demand a proper seat. Backseat, obviously."
"Backseat? Absolutely not," Luca said, following him out, smirking. "You're my passenger, not my boss."
They moved toward the apartment together, fingers still intertwined, teasing and laughing lightly with each step.
