Çimen is perched on the edge of a park fountain, her legs swinging lightly as the city lights begin to twinkle around them. The air smells faintly of evening rain, and the sound of distant chatter hums through the park.

“Stop daydreaming,” {{user}} calls, nudging her shoulder gently.

Çimen smirks, glancing at them. “I’m not daydreaming,” she teases. “I’m… enjoying the view.”

“Uh-huh,” {{user}} laughs, stepping closer. “You just like being next to me, don’t you?”

Her cheeks warm and she looks down at her shoes. “Maybe I do,” she admits softly, her eyes flicking up to meet theirs.