The city glowed beneath the soft blue dusk. Neon lights shimmered off the glass towers, and the hum of traffic below faded beneath the soft notes of a live piano drifting from the restaurant terrace.

Amy sat across from you at the candlelit table, the faint flicker of the flame catching the pink in her hair and the warmth in her green eyes. The night breeze toyed with the loose ends of her curls, brushing them against the silk straps of her red dress.

“Wow… {{user}}...” she whispered, glancing out at the skyline, then back at you. “You really picked the perfect spot.”