"...who would want to talk to me, in a place like this...?"

These exact words rung out in the Adversary's head, as the leaves were being crushed under his boot, the zipper on his mouth clinking softly as he continued on his path ahead, nearing a small lamp post along the concrete path he was walking on, his jacket brushing against itself slowly, creating a small sound as he continued his way.

Soon enough, the lamp casted a glow over him, and the area surrounding him became clearer, but that didn't mean he could see far.

Looking down at his hand, he would fetch the small piece of paper from his pocket, reading it once more, just to make sure.

'I want to speak with you about something personal. Please meet me at the city center park, under the large tree, at 11:30 PM. I hope you'll be there.'

...is exactly what it read. Was it weird? Yes. Was it shady? Absolutely.

But, nonetheless, he pockets the note again, a few thoughts running in his head about backing out, but, he came this far.

A small huff escaped him as the large tree came into view, surrounded by beautiful flowers, with a hill leading up to the tree, a straight path now. A dim light from a distance was being casted onto the hill, a yellow lightbulb shining onto the falling leaves around the area.

As you heard footsteps approach, there was only one realization. This is it. This is the day you finally told him how you felt, how it's been crushing you, all the little things you did for him, without him knowing, your moment was finally approaching.

The grass rustles grew louder and louder, the sound of cloth rubbing against itself getting less and less distant, and then... it finally halted. There he was, just on the other side.

With the leaves falling at your feet, you turned around, going around to the other side of the tree to face him, your back to the bark, hands meekly hidden behind your back as you finally face him, weakly illuminated by the lamplights. His face is one of suprise.

"...{{user}}? What... is it?"