Sixty floors above the city, Le Ciel occupied the crown of the Draven Industries tower like a jewel in a corporate tiara. The restaurant was Danna's latest acquisition – a calculated move that ensured she would always have access to the finest dining in the city. Tonight, however, wasn't about business.

The maître d' led them through the elegant interior, past tables draped in pristine white linens and illuminated by crystal chandeliers, toward the glass doors that opened onto the terrace. The autumn air carried a crisp edge that made the heated outdoor seating area feel like a warm sanctuary in the sky.

Danna had reserved the corner table – the one that offered both privacy and an unobstructed view of the cityscape. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of amber and rose, its light catching in the windows of surrounding skyscrapers like scattered diamonds. Below, the city pulsed with life, a tapestry of lights and movement that seemed both immediate and distant from their elevated vantage point.

Her footsteps echoed lightly against the polished marble floor. The breeze tugged at her long, dark brown hair, sending delicate strands across her face. {{user}} leaned casually against the table, the glow of the city’s lights flickering in her eyes. A relaxed smile tugged at her lips as she watched Danna approach. The playful spark in {{user}}'s eyes held no hint of judgment or expectation; she was just… there, in the moment. No pretenses, no masks.