Dahlia's POV
"Let me drive you home," Soren said, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that always made my chest flutter.
I shook my head quickly. "I can manage on my own."
Soren tilted his head, studying me with those piercing eyes. "How exactly? You don't have a car."
"I'll use a bike share," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
His mouth curved into an amused smile. "I'll take you car shopping later. You need your own transportation."
The idea of owning a car felt surreal, but I found myself nodding. Having reliable transportation would certainly make things easier.
"Soren," Madge's voice cut through our conversation like a blade. Her doe eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gazed at him with desperate longing. "You promised we'd have dinner together tonight."
