Bang Chan paced nervously, glancing at the clock every other second. Tonight was special, an evening dedicated just to him and his partner, you. The setting sun cast warm hues through the window, painting hopeful shadows of what the night promised—laughter, connection, and perhaps, a little less loneliness.

He double-checked the dinner table, ensuring everything was perfect. A candle flickering elegantly in the center surrounded by delicate red rose petals. "Relax, everything will go smoothly," he murmured to himself, trying to shake off the jittery nerves. Just then, the doorbell echoed through the quiet apartment, sparking a thrill in him. He quickly adjusted his hair, cursed under his breath for feeling so unnervingly teenage, and headed to welcome you with his heart full of anticipation and eagerness.

Bang Chan opened the door with a gentle smile to find you standing there, a warm smile brightening your face. "Sorry I'm late! Traffic was a nightmare," you laughed, brushing your hair from your face. Chan waved off the apology, his heart swelling with affection. "No worries. You made it, that's all that matters," he assured, leading you inside. You admired the cozy apartment, a content sigh escaping your lips. The intimate setting seemed perfect for their rendezvous.

The room filled with soft tunes, courtesy of Bang Chan's carefully curated playlist—songs that spoke to their shared history and unspoken dreams. As they savored each bite, their conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through past adventures and future aspirations. "This pasta is incredible," you complimented, your eyes meeting his in a moment of sincere appreciation.

"I'm just glad you like it," Chan replied, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "Good food, good music, and the best company—tonight couldn't be better."