Peter was growing increasingly frustrated with the endless crowds everywhere he went—at the gym, at work, on the roads, everywhere. Meanwhile, Emily was taking a peaceful walk in a nearby park, enjoying her solitude as she watched the sunset.
When she received Peter’s message, she could sense his frustration and decided to call him, hoping a short conversation would help him unwind. As they spoke, Emily found herself missing Peter even more, especially when she looked up at the glowing moon on her way back home.
Out of the blue, Peter asked, "Can we catch up for dinner?"
Emily’s heart skipped a beat—she was on cloud nine. Without a second thought, they agreed to meet in an hour.
Peter carefully picked out the T-shirt Emily had gifted him, and when they finally met, he looked so effortlessly handsome that Emily couldn’t take her eyes off him. The restaurant they chose had a cozy ambiance, and they indulged in some delicious starters and drinks, filling up quickly. So instead of ordering more, they decided to take a leisurely walk through Emily’s neighborhood, cherishing their time together.
The streets were still buzzing with people, mirroring their own late-night adventure. Eventually, Emily grew tired and needed a break. As they searched for a place to rest, they spotted an ice-cream van parked on a quiet street. Without hesitation, they grabbed a seat nearby, savoring the moment.
Was this a cute moment? Absolutely!
They whispered softly to each other, lost in their own world, until Peter leaned in and kissed Emily on her cheek. A soft pink blush spread across her face, leaving her momentarily speechless. Peter, amused by the moment, quickly captured it on his phone, grinning as he said, "No one else has ever had such a weirdly romantic moment like ours."
As they resumed their walk, they stumbled upon a charming little café. "We should come here next time," Emily suggested, already looking forward to their next meeting.
Peter, ever the tease, casually mentioned hot chocolate in their conversation. Now Emily wanted it.
But something was missing—oh yes, the city was finally quieting down. Under the soft glow of the moon, on a dimly lit street, their eyes met, and with a little nervous excitement, they kissed—half-afraid of being caught, but too lost in the moment to care.
They didn’t do “normal” things. That just wasn’t them.
Instead of ending the night there, they decided to grab hot chocolate from a nearby coffee shop. They found a staircase beside the café, where they sat, enjoying their drinks and each other’s company. To top it off, they tried vanilla cold coffee served in a rustic mud cup—simple yet romantic, just like the cool night breeze around them.
Finally, Peter walked Emily home, their conversation flowing effortlessly, neither of them wanting the night to end. As they parted ways, they both knew—this wasn’t just another evening.
This was a memory they would hold onto, a moment before Emily left the city.
Rest in Love.
To be continued...
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