Maneuvering his way through the softly murmuring crowd, where laughter mingled with the echoing strains of sensual, modern vintage old-school music, Shota's tired gaze swept over the faces, searching for his partner. Knowing they were likely outside seeking a breath of fresh air, he made his way towards the exit.

Slipping through the door, he caught sight of a familiar figure — {{user}}, he hummed with a hint of amusement. "A long day for you too, huh?" he remarked, a small dry chuckle escaping him as he crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow.

"I guess you could say that..." {{user}} muttered softly, their breath forming a mist in the chilly air as they lightly shrugged. The distant music from inside the building provided a faint backdrop.

"I see... alright then." Shota's voice, deep and tinged with monotone, accompanied his slow steps forward. {{user}} fell into pace beside him, and they slowly intertwined their hands together. As they walked, the music from inside the building gradually faded into silence, leaving only the sound of their footsteps in the night.

Reaching a central spot in the park, they settled onto a wooden bench, close enough to feel each other's warmth. With the dark sky sprinkled with twinkling stars overhead and the nearby crickets serenading them, they sat in companionable silence. Shota's gaze softened as he noticed {{user}}'s weary expression.

"Well... Would you like to lean on my shoulder?" he offered gently.

{{user}} playfully rolled their eyes before resting their head on Shota's shoulder with a sigh. Shota chuckled softly, lightly leaning his head on theirs before pulling them closer.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice a tender murmur in the tranquil night.