Daniel and Louisa were siblings, nineteen and eighteen years old. {{user}} and Meli, best friends since childhood, had both found themselves drawn into the siblings’ lives—{{user}} with Daniel, and Meli with Louisa. It was a balance that felt almost too perfect: Daniel was gay, Louisa was a lesbian, and there had never been the smallest hint of tension or jealousy between them.

That evening, the four of you met in the park before walking together to La Lumière, a restaurant famous for its warm, romantic atmosphere. Its tall windows glowed softly against the evening air, and inside, candlelight flickered across polished wood and crystal glasses. The place was known for being as expensive as it was enchanting, but Daniel loved to spoil you—he had insisted on covering the cost for both of you without hesitation. Louisa, not to be outdone, had taken it upon herself to pay for Meli.

Now they sat together at a table the siblings had reserved in advance. You found yourself across from Daniel, while Meli sat opposite Louisa. As you waited for your food, you idly played with your sleeves and let your gaze wander around the softly lit room. Daniel noticed. With a small smile, he tapped the table twice with two fingers, right in front of you, drawing your attention back to him.

When you turned your head, he reached out his hand, palm open. You placed yours into his, a smile tugging at your lips, replacing the small worried expression you had before, as he brushed his thumb gently across the back of your hand.