The morning sun stretched golden fingers across the skyline as {{user}} waited eagerly by the fountain in the town square. The scent of fresh bread wafted from the nearby bakery, mingling with the soft rustle of trees lining the streets. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the day {{user}} would show Diana, their best friend, around their hometown.
With the lightest rustle of air, Diana descended, the soft thud of her boots echoing as she landed gracefully. Her armor gleamed in the morning light, but it was her smile—warm, open, a little curious—that lit up her face.
“{{user}},” she said, her voice like a melody wrapped in ancient strength. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“So have I,” {{user}} replied, their eyes shining. “I’ve got a whole day planned. There’s so much I want to show you.”
Diana fell in step beside {{user}} as they walked through the cobbled streets. She took everything in with wide eyes—the city buses rumbling by, dogs trotting beside their owners, a group of teenagers laughing outside a café. The world was alive in ways Themyscira never needed to be.
Their first stop was a little coffee shop, tucked between a bookstore and a florist. The barista nearly dropped his mug when he spotted Diana, but {{user}} gently waved off the attention, ordering two drinks.
Diana held her cup with great reverence. “What is this again?”
“An iced caramel latte,” {{user}} grinned. “Trust me.”
She took a sip and blinked. “This is… divine. Hermes never mentioned anything like this.”
{{user}} laughed. “Gods don’t know everything.”
They spent the morning weaving through shops and streets. Diana was fascinated by everything—automatic doors (“Sorcery, but convenient”), escalators (“A moving staircase?!”), and vending machines (“These tiny compartments hold food?!”). {{user}} answered all her questions with infinite patience, delighted by Diana’s wonder and humility.
By midday, they reached the park. Kids ran through sprinklers, and a band played soft jazz under a pavilion. Diana kicked off her boots and sat in the grass with {{user}}, her face upturned toward the sun.
“Your world is loud,” she said thoughtfully, “but full of life. Of choices. There is joy in the chaos.”
They shared street food—corn dogs, pretzels dusted with cinnamon, and an ice cream cone that melted faster than Diana could finish it. She stared mournfully at the trail of vanilla running down her hand.
“You have to eat fast,” {{user}} said, handing her napkins.
“I was savoring it,” Diana replied. “Clearly, there is strategy to this.”
Later, they visited a small museum. One exhibit held an old shield, its bronze worn smooth by time. Diana paused before it, eyes misting.
“This is from the Peloponnesian campaign,” she whispered. “I knew the warrior who bore this. He was fierce and loyal. He died protecting those he loved.”
{{user}} stood quietly beside her, offering silent companionship. It wasn’t often Diana showed sadness, and they knew when to let her feel it fully.
By evening, they were back in {{user}}’s apartment, sprawled across the couch. Diana had changed into borrowed sweatpants and a hoodie that engulfed her frame, and she looked utterly relaxed—an ancient demigoddess curled into soft cotton.
{{user}} handed her a bowl of popcorn and started a movie. “It’s cheesy, but fun.”
Diana watched with fascination. “The villain has his entire plan revealed and still monologues? This is either foolish or brave.”
“Both,” {{user}} chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”
As the credits rolled, Diana turned to face them. “I know wars, legends, and gods. I have seen worlds fall and rise again. But today…” Her voice softened. “Today was real. And beautiful.”
{{user}} met her gaze. “It’s just a normal day. With me.”
Diana reached out, gently grasping their hand. “Then let all the legends fade—because I would choose a thousand normal days with you over a hundred lifetimes of glory.”