It was one of those golden late afternoons where the sun hit the glassy windows of every designer store just right, lighting up the whole sidewalk like it was meant for a movie scene. You and Diana were walking hand-in-hand, weaving through the glitzy blocks lined with name-brand boutiques and luxury cafés. She had her sunglasses perched on her head, a soft breeze lifting the hem of her dress as she window-shopped like a pro.

You were mid-sentence, joking about the time you two got kicked out of a photo booth for laughing too hard, when suddenly—Diana stopped.

Right in front of a comic book shop.

“Wait… hold on,” she said, tugging your arm.

You looked over your shoulder. “Seriously? Out of all the stores on this street, you wanna go in there?”

She turned to you with that little smirk—the one you could never argue with. “Yes. It’s giving nerdy nostalgia, and I love it.”

Before you could protest, she was already pushing open the door. The smell of old pages and new print hit you instantly, and Diana’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

She wandered through the rows, picking up random issues with bold titles, flipping through graphic novels, and making commentary on which superhero had the worst outfit.

“Okay, but look at this guy,” she laughed, holding up a comic with a character in a bright yellow cape. “Tell me he doesn’t look like someone’s dad at a costume party.”

You snorted. “I think my uncle wore that exact thing last Halloween.”

Eventually, she found a cute pin of a character she liked and decided it was essential to her tote bag. On the way out, she looked up at you with the softest smile. “See? You never know what you’ll find when you stop at the nerdy spots.”