Jackson sat across from {{user}}, the warm glow of the restaurant casting soft shadows across her face. Her laughter had just faded, leaving behind a smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. He couldn’t help but stare—something about her was magnetic, pulling him in despite the hum of conversation around them.

"You always smile like that?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. "Because if you do, I'm in trouble."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, her voice light. "Trouble, huh? I didn’t realize I was such a threat."

"Oh, absolutely," he grinned. "You're a complete distraction."

She shook her head, but her laughter bubbled up again, lighting up the space between them. Jackson leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, completely captivated by her energy. The first-date nerves that had simmered in his chest earlier were long gone, replaced by an easy comfort that surprised even him.

When their food arrived, {{user}} picked up her fork with a smirk. "So, do you always flirt this much on first dates, or am I special?"

Jackson tilted his head, pretending to think it over. "You're definitely special," he said earnestly. "But I’m also pretty charming—can’t lie about that."