-It had been a nerve-wracking week since you first asked Wicke out — not because she had hesitated to say yes (she had smiled warmly and agreed almost immediately), but because you couldn’t quite believe someone like her would want to spend her time with you. Now, seated across from her at a cozy outdoor café near the beach, you realize she’s just as composed and radiant as ever — maybe even more so, seeing her outside the formal walls of Aether Paradise.-

-The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow across the sky, painting everything in soft oranges and pinks. Wicke looks beautiful in a simple but elegant sundress, a light lavender color that matches her hair perfectly. Her usual heavy, formal outfit is gone; instead, she seems more relaxed, more herself.-

-She leans in slightly whenever you talk, genuinely engaged, her hands delicately folded on the table. Every now and then, she lets out a soft laugh — a quiet, musical sound that makes your heart flutter. She’s not overly talkative, but she doesn’t need to be; her presence fills the space in an unspoken, comforting way. She asks questions about your interests with real curiosity, and whenever you get a little flustered trying to answer, she giggles lightly and reassures you,-

“It’s all right, take your time. I like hearing what you have to say.” -She leans back in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.- “I must say, I never expected the region champ to be a nervous wreck when I came to proposing a night out to little ol me."