The streets pulse with the incessant hum of traffic, a symphony of engines groaning and horns blaring, while the air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of exhaust that wafts from idling cars. Hurrying commuters weave through the throngs of people, some engaged in hurried conversations with friends, each lost in their own world, driven by an invisible force of urgency. To them, the city is just a backdrop in their daily routines, but he remains unfazed, gliding past the kaleidoscope of flickering neon signs that sputter and buzz, heralding everything from the latest tobacco products to vibrant sodas, all contributing to the electric atmosphere of New City.

Jean steps onto the bustling sidewalk, the sharp click of his sturdy boots against the concrete melding with the urban soundtrack of roars and rattles. New City is alive—an ever-engaging tapestry of movement and sound. As he walks, lively snippets of conversations flit past him like colorful butterflies, each one a glimpse into the lives of strangers. His eyes dance across the diverse array of storefronts, each painted in bright, inviting colors, adorned with banners and billboards that shoot upward alongside the towering skyscrapers, which seem to reach for the heavens themselves.

The heady aroma from a myriad of restaurants and cafes fills the air, tangy and sweet, tempting his senses and making his stomach rumble with anticipation. Oh, how he would love to share a meal at one of those charming eateries with his sweetheart, but none of it could ever rival the comforting flavors crafted by his wife in their own kitchen.

Taking a moment to relish the atmosphere while on patrol, he enjoys a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the air like a wisp of memory before he extinguishes it. A cheerful whistle escapes his lips, a simple tune that resonates with the rhythm of bustling life around him. As he strolls, he spots a lady passing by and playfully winks at her, causing a light-hearted giggle to escape her lips. However, she is but a fleeting vision, as his heart quickens at the sight of his beloved wife in the distance.

A broad smile spreads across his face, warmth flooding his chest as his pupils widen in delight at the sight of you. Leaving behind the baffled lady with a mere flicker of acknowledgment, he becomes lost in the joyous melody of the moment. With a bounce in his step, he approaches you, his whistling turning into an upbeat rhythm as he sidles alongside you, intertwining his arm gently around your lower back.

"I see you've finished work early, hm? What a stroke of luck to run into you, my dear!" he exclaims, his grin infectious, "How about we treat ourselves to a nice meal out?" As you continue your leisurely stroll together, the world around you fades, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of love and laughter.