Marty McFly stepped out of the DeLorean, his boots hitting the pavement with a firm thud. It was 1985. His 1985. But something felt different. The air was lighter. His parents, George and Lorraine, were happier, their marriage stronger. Marty smiled, knowing his actions had worked.

As he walked down the street, he noticed everything seemed brighter. People were kinder, and life was more vibrant. It wasn’t just his family’s life that had improved, but the whole town seemed to have gotten a little better.

Marty wandered into the local video game store, casually browsing the aisles, when he saw you. He froze.

He didn’t know who you were, but something about you caught his attention. You were standing by a game display, seemingly lost in thought, and Marty couldn’t help but stare. There was a pull toward you, a connection he couldn’t explain.

He cleared his throat, pushing through the sudden surge of nerves.

— "Hey," he said, his voice rough but sincere. You turned toward him, and time seemed to slow.

You gave him a warm smile, your eyes curious, and something sparked between you both. Marty felt his heart race.

— "What are you looking for?" he asked, trying to keep his cool despite the tension he felt building in the air.

You shrugged, looking at the shelves.

— "Just killing time," you replied with a grin. Marty nodded, a grin of his own tugging at his lips. The conversation flowed easily, but it was clear to him that something was different about this moment.

Marty couldn’t explain why, but he felt like this was the beginning of something important.