Stepping out of the hotel, they were greeted by a sky painted with vibrant colors, blazing as if ready to set the heavens on fire.

Dylan put a hat on Olivia and lifted her into the back seat of a bike. He was strong from working out year-round and could easily pick her up with one hand, like she was a baby doll.

As he mounted the bike, Olivia naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.

He pedaled away, taking them farther and farther.

In the hotel parking lot, a black limousine sat idly. Inside, Raphael, dressed in a formal suit, watched Dylan and Olivia with a quiet gaze.