The city’s buzzing around you, lights blinking, cars passing. but none of it really matters right now.

They’re sitting across from you, lit up by the soft glow of a candle. Their eyes catch the light just right, and there’s something in them that hits deeper than anything they’ve said. The night’s warm, carrying a faint smell of flowers and the sound of a street performer playing a tune no one’s really listening to.

You want to say something, but you don’t. You’re just caught up in it, the way they run their fingers around the rim of their glass, how they laugh and tilt their head like they already know they’ve got your full attention.

Dinner ends, and now you’re walking side by side under the moon. Their hand brushes yours. At first it’s nothing, but then they actually take your hand. It feels easy, like you’ve done it a hundred times before. You keep walking, passing little cafés lit up in neon, other couples moving to music you can’t hear but kind of feel anyway.

Then they stop. Look at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world. And all the noise, the years of trying to figure things out, chasing people or things that never stuck, it just fades.

Because standing there with them, in that quiet little moment, something clicks. And you realize, you’ve never felt more awake in your life.