After a couple more minutes of waiting, Maximus stepped out of the pillow truck first, his shoes thudding softly against the pavement.
Dressa followed close behind, tugging her hoodie down as her eyes scanned the street. But the sharply dress men were nowhere in sight. The street had returned to its normal chaos— honking horns, flashing neon signs and Central City civilians weaving through traffic like it was a game of chance.
"They're gone," Dressa said quietly, more surprised than relieved.
"Yeah," Maximus muttered, his tone guarded. "For now."
They started walking. Neither of them said much at first, the earlier adrenaline still burning faintly in their blood. But the danger had passed, and in its absence came something else— an awkward silence, humming with unsaid thoughts.
After a few blocks, Dressa glanced sideways at him, her eyes wide with realization.
"Wait… were close to my place," she said with a light laugh. "Like, two streets away."
