Come Over

The night is not yet over - the music is loud, money is crunching, phones are buzzing with notifications, and somewhere between flights and Riesling, there is a feeling that everything is going according to plan. The world at this pace is like an endless business-class party, where fatigue has simply been renamed “success.”

Everything sparkles here: the glass of the wine glasses, the leather on your hand, even the air smells a little like luxury and gasoline. There is a strange honesty in this luxury - not ostentatious, but lived. After all, while some are sleeping, others are still on the move, counting bills and seizing the moment when you can be confident, ironic, and alive all at once. Everything else can wait. Right now, just “come over.”