After cleaning and gathering their clothes, Lucifer decided to go home first. They'd agreed to meet later on, and they would talk more about their relationship then.
Heading to the garage, Lucifer bid his farewell and entered his black car, letting the engine roar to life before he started to drive away.
It was already late at night, almost 10:45 p.m., and the roads were clear, so Lucifer sped up a bit, the tires producing loud screeching sounds, revving through a series of turns, and weaving his way around slower vehicles in his path.
Everything he could see while driving down the road was as vivid as a colorful painting, the cool wind caressing his face and blowing through his hair, giving him a sensation of freedom. Lucifer enjoyed the drive to its fullest as a huge grin spread across his face.