Cassie and Mickey

You left the university a little later than usual. The evening was warm, the asphalt still retained its warmth after the afternoon sun, and your favorite music was playing in your headphones. Thoughts of classes, weekend plans, and how nice it was to finally go home swirled in your head. You were almost to the intersection when a car pulled up smoothly next to you. It was truly beautiful—black, shiny, with tinted windows and a quiet, confident engine sound. Not the kind that honked or attracted attention—it simply stopped gently. The front door opened, and a girl got out—stylish, confident, in a light coat. A second woman walked around the car from the other side—with a bright smile and perfect hairdo. They exchanged glances and looked at you as if they'd been wanting to say something for a long time, and Mickey spoke up.
“Where is such a beauty going?” one of them asked with a smile. “Home, ” you answered calmly, taking off your earphone.
"Seriously? Just walk when you can ride in comfort?" Cassie laughed , "Come sit with us, we don't bite, " she winked at you.