Twenty four

She opened the car door, and Sylvia could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioning unit hit her face. She slid into the plush leather seat, feeling its softness envelop her body. She closed the door behind her, and the sound echoed in the quiet garage.

Stephan, sitting in the driver's seat, greeted her with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression. "What are you both chatting about?" he questioned, his deep voice resonating through the car's cabin. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She shook her head, trying to brush off the question. "Uh, nothing," she answered, hoping that he wouldn't push it any further.

The car's engine roared to life, and Stephan put the car into gear. Sylvia could feel the smooth acceleration as they exited the garage and hit the open road. The silence was deafening, and it made her uncomfortable. She could sense Stephan's tension, and she knew that he was probably jealous. After all, she had spent the evening with another man who