The city was alive with the hum of engines, the distant rhythm of music, and the glow of streetlights painting golden patterns on the pavement. It was a night that promised unforgettable moments, a night where the right entrance could mean everything.
A sleek black car idled in front of Chahat's house, its engine purring softly. Inside, Jay sat in the driver's seat, adjusting the cuff of his black velvet blazer. The golden embroidery on the lapel caught the dim glow of the streetlights, adding an extra layer of refinement to his already striking look. His gold satin shirt contrasted effortlessly with the dark fabric, and a subtle gold brooch on his chest gleamed under the light. The black leather watch on his wrist, accented with gold, was a testament to his meticulous style. His black loafers with gold embellishments rested against the car mat as he checked the time once more.
Tiya, sitting in the backseat, glanced out the window, unimpressed. "She's taking her sweet time," she muttered.
Before Jay could respond, the passenger door swung open, and Tiya stepped out. The moment her boots hit the pavement, she owned the night.
Dressed in an oversized black blazer with gleaming gold buttons over a black crop top, paired with sleek cargo pants, she exuded effortless charm. Her sneakers, accented with gold, reflected the streetlight's glow, adding to her bold aura. A sleek gold chain rested against her collarbone, a black wristwatch on her wrist, and her short, tousled hair framed her face in the most nonchalantly perfect way.
She shut the car door behind her with an easy flick of her wrist and strode toward Chahat's doorstep, every step measured, confident. The door creaked open, revealing Chahat standing there, still adjusting her earrings.
She froze for a second, taking in Tiya's appearance. "Damn, Tiya," Chahat said, raising an eyebrow. "You're really out here dressing like a star."
Tiya smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Gotta set the standard high, right? Now, are you coming, or should we just enjoy the party without you?"
Chahat chuckled, shaking her head. "Let's go before Jay starts honking like a maniac."
The Gentleman's Gesture
As they approached the car, Jay didn't miss a beat. He stepped out, the crisp night air wrapping around him as he moved with quiet elegance. Without hesitation, he reached for the door handle and pulled it open, his smirk playful yet refined.
"A gentleman always ensures the ladies are seated first," he said smoothly.
Tiya rolled her eyes but smirked. "Look at you, Mr. Perfect."
Chahat chuckled and slipped into the car first, her black off-shoulder midi dress flowing around her as she settled in. The gold floral embroidery along the hemline shimmered under the streetlights, and the thin metallic belt at her waist added a delicate touch of sophistication. She held her black velvet clutch, fingers brushing against the gold accents, and her black stilettos with gold detailing tapped lightly against the floor.
Jay took a brief moment to admire how effortlessly radiant she looked—the soft waves of her hair, the smoky depth of her eyes, the glow of golden highlighter on her cheekbones. But he didn't let his thoughts linger too long.
Tiya slid into the seat next to Chahat, stretching her legs out with an air of casual dominance. Jay shut the door behind them and walked around to take his place in the driver's seat. With a final glance in the rearview mirror, he smirked.
"Let's make an entrance."
And with that, the car roared to life, gliding smoothly into the night.