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ERIKA

"We look like the cringiest couple with matching clothes on a vacation," he commented as they walked to the car. She rolled her eyes just at that thought because it felt so unsettling.

"I know, keep walking," she said, trying not to laugh as their clothes and shades matched, attracting attention well enough. They somehow avoided the reaction, visibly awkward but moving through it as they reached the car and it was a beautiful matte black Maserati in front of her and she couldn't help but gasp. She remembered the times she had an obsession with cars that she couldn't hold back at all in admiring it. Nigel must have seen it in her face as he went ahead and held the door open for her, making her recoil immediately into her nonchalant demeanour as she got inside, not helping the giddy feeling in her heart.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he got in beside her, not paying much attention to any of it. She realised she loved surprises just not when they came from him. Erika rolled he