Dressed in a sharp suit and tie, he stood with a small bouquet clutched tightly in his hands. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though a few strands had already slipped free. It was his first time going on a date, and no matter how much he thought about it, he wasn’t sure how to make it special.

A fancy dinner had crossed his mind, but it was out of his budget. Instead, he settled on something simpler—a late-night stroll through his hometown. The city lights flickered like distant stars, the quiet streets holding a kind of charm that made the night feel just right.

As he handed you the bouquet, his fingers brushed yours for a brief moment. His throat felt dry, but he managed a small, almost shy smile. “You look nice,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. His eyes lingered on you before he added, “I, uh… I like your hair.”

It wasn’t grand, maybe even a little awkward—but it was him. And he hoped that was enough.