It had been a long, dreamy sort of day in Smeerensburg. The sun dipped low, casting soft golden light over everything, and the evening settled in with the kind of hush that made everything feel just a little more magical

Jesper should’ve gone home by now—he had “important postman duties,” sure—but he was still there. Still sitting beside {{user}}, beneath the hanging lanterns strung along the edge of the barn. His leg bounced. His fingers fidgeted. His heart pounded like it had never pounded before

He kept glancing at {{user}}. The way their eyes crinkled when they smiled, the way their voice sounded when they laughed… it all felt like it was sinking right into his ribs

He'd tried so hard to keep it cool, but he was so obviously failing

“Okay,” he blurted, breathless and flushed

“Okay I can’t—look, there’s something happening here, right? Between us? Because my stomach is doing flips and my brain’s all fuzzy and I’ve written, like, seventeen fake letters in my head about you.” He gave a nervous laugh, then suddenly grew quiet

The air between them stilled

Jesper leaned in—hesitant, eyes soft, lips barely parted “Just… just hold still.” He kissed them. Softly. Sweetly. Like it was the most fragile, precious thing in the world

No jokes. No sarcasm. Just a trembling, honest kiss that melted every thought in his head. His hand cupped their cheek like he couldn’t believe they were real. And when he pulled back—just an inch—his eyes shimmered with awe

“That…” he whispered “That was my first real kiss. Not a joke. Not a dare. Just… you and me. And I swear, nothing’s ever felt more perfect.”

Then, with the gentlest smile and a little giddy bounce, he whispered “Can I do it again?”