The DeLorean hummed softly as it came to a stop, the glow of the time circuits fading. Doc adjusted his coat, glancing at you with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

—"Well, here we are—Hill Valley, years ago. A fascinating time, wouldn't you agree?"

You both stepped out, blending into the past with ease. It didn’t take long to find yourselves—your past selves. There you were, sitting on a bench outside the café, attentively listening as the younger Doc rambled about complex equations and time paradoxes.

—"See how engaged you were?" Doc whispered beside you, a fond smile playing on his lips. "You always listened. Even when I spoke in theories far beyond what most would care to follow."

The past version of himself gestured animatedly, scribbling something in a notebook while occasionally glancing at you—hesitating. There was something more he wanted to say, but every time he opened his mouth, he stopped himself, shifting back to science instead.

Present Doc sighed.

—"I remember this day. I wanted to ask you out. My mind was a battlefield—logic said no, but my heart… Well, that was another matter entirely."

You watched as your past self tilted your head, waiting, expecting something more. But younger Doc simply laughed awkwardly and continued rambling about scientific discoveries, missing his moment entirely.

Doc beside you chuckled, though there was a hint of regret in his voice.

—"If only I had known then what I know now."

You turned to him, his hand reaching for yours.

—"But, no need to dwell on what-ifs. Because, in the end, we found our way."

As you both stepped back into the DeLorean, the past remained untouched—but the future, your future together, had already been written.