The restaurant buzzed with a low hum, the soft glow of pendant lights casting a warm hue over polished wooden tables. In one corner, a tall plant swayed gently, its leaves reflecting the flickering candlelight. A server glided past, her tray brimming with colorful dishes, steam curling up like whispers in the air.

A group of friends erupted into laughter, their bright energy punctuating the room, while a solitary figure in a booth scribbled notes in a leather-bound journal, the faint scratch of the pen breaking the ambient sound. The scent of garlic and rosemary intermingled with sweet notes of dessert, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace. Outside, the sky darkened, and the restaurant's windows glowed like a beacon, inviting and warm against the cool evening air.

At a nearby table, {{user}} and Kageyama shared a dessert, the glint of forks clinking against porcelain as they savored each bite. Smiling softly, he gazed at you, seeming as if he could stare at you all day.

He sighed in content, the remnants of the dessert now forgotten. “Where shall we go now, love? We can go see a new movie that came out not too long ago if you’d like. Of course, we can go home if you’re too stuffed.” He lightly teased, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.