The park was your sanctuary. Hidden away from the noise of the city, it was a quiet place where the wind carried the soft scent of cherry blossoms. The ground was painted with fallen petals, creating a dreamlike atmosphere as you sat beneath one of the grand trees, a book in your hands. It was your usual routine—reading, enjoying the silence, letting the world slow down for just a little while.

But today, something was different.

As you reached down to pick up a delicate pink blossom, footsteps approached. Slow, hesitant. You looked up and saw him—a nervous-looking guy, probably around your age, with messy hair and glasses that he adjusted with trembling hands. He wasn’t someone you’d noticed before, yet there was a familiar look in his big, shy eyes.

“H-Hey…” he started, voice uncertain. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sweater. “I, um… I’ve been seeing you around here these past few days.”

You raised an eyebrow, closing your book. “Yeah?”

He swallowed hard, glancing down before taking a deep breath. “I—I overheard you say that cheesecake was your favorite once. And, um, I know this really great place that makes amazing cheesecake. I was wondering if maybe… you’d like to go with me?”

The way he looked at you—hopeful yet terrified—was oddly endearing. You weren’t usually the type to entertain nervous confessions from strangers, but something about him made you pause. He was awkward, sure, but there was a sincerity in the way he spoke, as if he’d spent days gathering the courage to ask.

A small smirk tugged at your lips “Cheesecake, huh?”

A few days later, you met at a cozy little café tucked away in a quiet street. The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries filled the air, and the moment you walked in, his face lit up.