What drove his sudden desire for a nighttime excursion?

"I'll give you ten minutes, then I'll knock on the door if you're not out. If you're worried about waking Bettie up, just sneak out."

"Fine!"

Gritting her teeth, Sabrina retorted icily, "You win!"

She sprang into action, swiftly donning her attire, then stealthily slipped out the door.

Tyrone lingered by the window near the fire escape, a cigarette in hand. When he caught the faint sounds, he hastily extinguished the glowing ember and approached Sabrina. Observing her well-insulated clothing, he beckoned to the elevator, murmuring, “Let's go.”

Sabrina gazed at Tyrone, puzzled.

“What's the sudden urge for a joyride?"

"A spontaneous idea."

"I'm not interested."

"You're already here. Let's have a little fun."

The elevator door opened, and Tyrone ushered Sabrina in, pressing the first floor.

“Aren't we going underground?"

"You'll find out when we arrive."

The elevator deposited them on the first floor, and Tyrone led the way outside, approaching a nearby shed.

Sabrina was intrigued by his mysterious actions.

She shadowed Tyrone, and her eyes widened as he approached an impressive motorcycle.

The bike was a marvel, clearly not a budget purchase.

It soon became apparent that he was referring to the motorcycle.

Tyrone grabbed a helmet from the handlebars and beckoned to Sabrina.