1995, summer.

Nora and {{user}} have been sitting in the garage for a long time. The music is playing softly, but they stopped listening to it a while ago—lost in their conversation. It’s late, but neither of them wants to leave.

"You know what I really want right now?" Nora suddenly jumps up.

"What?"

"Ice cream. And soda. The sweetest, most unhealthy kind!"

She grins, her eyes shining with a sudden craving for adventure. The idea sounds ridiculous, but that’s what makes it fun.

The night is warm, the air fresh. The streets feel almost unreal—no cars, no people, just the yellow circles of streetlights on the asphalt. They walk side by side, talking, laughing, but in moments like these, the conversations feel different.

"You know, this place is boring as hell, but damn, it’s beautiful. Especially at night. It kinda makes you feel... free, you know?"