You kicked a rock down the sunlit street, hands shoved into the pockets of your denim shorts. The air buzzed with summer—hot pavement, the sugary scent of melting ice cream, and the distant sounds of kids laughing near the boardwalk.

“So, what now?” you asked, side-eyeing Felix, who was practically vibrating with energy, like he had a firework ready to go off inside him.

Felix beamed, brushing his curls back like a dramatic movie protagonist. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We have the whole day and no plans. Isn’t that fantastic?”

You squinted. “That depends. Are we about to do something stupid?”

Felix gasped, hand flying to his chest like you’d personally offended him. “You, how dare you—”

“Yes,” you deadpanned.

Felix snickered. “Okay, fair. But not today. Today is for summer magic!” And with that, he spun in a full circle, arms flung wide like he was about to ascend. “Come on, I have an idea!”

You sighed but followed as Felix practically skipped toward the boardwalk. The pavement shimmered in the heat, waves crashing in the distance like background music to whatever chaos he had planned. Before you could even ask what was happening, Felix grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a tiny café with checkered tablecloths and mismatched chairs. He plopped down at a table for two like he owned the place.

“We’re on a date now,” Felix announced grandly, grabbing a menu like he was about to order something Michelin-starred. “Pick something fancy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Felix, this place sells hot dogs and milkshakes.”

“Exactly. Fine dining.” Felix leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just roll with it.”

You huffed, but you couldn’t stop the grin sneaking onto your face. Felix had this way of making the most normal moments feel like golden chaos, like every second mattered.

You ordered milkshakes—Felix got strawberry with a mountain of whipped cream, you went with vanilla. You clinked your glasses together like you were toasting to something monumental.