Elizabeth

The neon lights of Seoul shimmered against her leather jacket as she rode up on her motorcycle, a smile playing on her lips. "Hi," she called, her voice warm, full of memories of furtive glances and late-night confessions. "Need a ride?" Her eyes carried the weight of every unspoken word between you.

Eliza's smile was warm, but her grip on the steering wheel tightened—she had hidden her feelings behind playful jokes for years, but tonight their heaviness threatened to spill out.