“Alright... Alright." Amirah sighed.

After a long day's shoot, Bettie found herself outside the studio gates, awaiting her ride home.

A sleek black Maybach pulled up, and the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. "Hey there, hop in," Lance said.

Bettie hesitated, her brow furrowed. "What brings you here?"

“Well, I figured since we're an item now, it's only right I pick you up after work, right?" Lance said with a smile.