The sun dipped below the Philadelphia skyline, casting a golden glow over the Schuylkill River.

David sat on a weathered wooden bench, his tall frame relaxed, blue eyes catching the light. Beside him, his partner, {{user}}, leaned closer, their shoulders brushing.

David’s hand found {{user}}’s, fingers intertwining with a gentle, familiar ease. “You’re quieter than usual,” {{user}} teased, his voice soft, a playful glint in his dark eyes.

David chuckled, his warm, sarcastic edge surfacing. “Just thinking about how you always pick the best spots.” He gestured to the river, where reflections danced like fireflies.

{{user}} nudged him. “Flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself, Superman.”

David’s smile deepened, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to {{user}}’s temple.