The Oakland sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood as {{user}} sat on the hood of Daveed’s car, sipping a melting popsicle. He leaned against the driver’s side, his arms crossed, watching them with that easy smile they loved.

“You keep eating those like a kid,” he teased, “and people are gonna think I’m babysitting instead of dating you.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, licking the popsicle dramatically just to mess with him. “Well, you are a lot older than me.”

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the car and stepping closer. “A lot? Don’t let me remind you who can still outrun you at the lake.”

{{user}} laughed, shaking their head. “Barely. And you cheated.”

Daveed grinned, his hands finding their waist as he stood between their knees. “Maybe. But I don’t care how old either of us are. All I know is I’ve got you.”

{{user}}’s face softened as he leaned in, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to their lips. The air was warm, the moment perfect.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” They murmured, resting their forehead against his.

“Damn right I am,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “And you better not forget it.”