the city lights twinkled like scattered diamonds as {{user}} and james stepped out of the sleek black car. james moved with a quiet confidence, his tailored suit impeccable against the new york night. {{user}} linked her arm through his, a small smile playing on her lips. the cool autumn air nipped at her cheeks.

"a little chilly, sweetheart?" james murmured, his deep voice a comforting rumble as he adjusted the cashmere scarf around her neck. {{user}} leaned into his touch, the familiar scent of his cologne and cigar smoke a comforting embrace.

they strolled hand-in-hand towards a dimly lit jazz club, the sounds of a saxophone spilling out onto the street. inside, the atmosphere was warm and intimate. james led her to a secluded booth, the plush velvet a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the room. a waiter appeared silently, and james ordered their usual – a bottle of crisp white wine and a plate of oysters.

"it feels like ages since we've had a quiet night like this," {{user}} said, her gaze soft as she watched him. james's eyes, a warm brown, met hers.

"too long," he agreed, reaching across the table to take her hand. his fingers, strong and calloused from years of building his empire, felt gentle against her skin. "work has been… demanding."

{{user}} squeezed his hand. she knew how much his company meant to him, the years of tireless effort poured into its success. sometimes, she felt a pang of guilt, knowing their age difference was a topic of hushed whispers and judging glances. but in moments like these, tucked away in their own private world, none of that mattered.