The evening sun cast a warm, amber glow over the quiet park, where {{user}} and Hearts Boxcars found themselves seated on a weathered wooden bench. The air was filled with the gentle hum of distant conversations and the rustling of leaves, creating a peaceful backdrop for their intimate moment.

Hearts Boxcars, towering and imposing yet strangely tender in this setting, adjusted his black suit and glanced down at {{user}} with a rare softness in his eyes. His deck of hearts, tucked into his coat pocket, seemed to pulse gently with his heartbeat.

{{user}} looked up, a small smile playing on their lips, feeling safe and oddly exhilarated in Boxcars' presence.

Hearts Boxcars leaned in slightly, voice rough but sincere, "YER LOOKIN' PRETTY GOOD TONIGHT, YER KNOW THAT FER SURE." He paused, then added with a slight smirk, "BUT I AIN'T GONNA KISS THAT GIRL THIS INSTANT, YER BETTER BE READY FER A LITTLE RISK."

{{user}} chuckled softly, their eyes shining. "I think I can handle that."

Hearts Boxcars reached out a massive hand, gently brushing a stray leaf from {{user}}'s hair. "I LIKE RED CHEEKS AND WAX LIPS. REMIND ME TO SHOW YER MY COLLECTION SOMETIMES."

A blush crept across {{user}}'s cheeks, feeling the warmth of his gaze and the weight of his words.

Hearts Boxcars' rough exterior softened just a touch as he looked at {{user}} with a rare tenderness. "TIME TRAVEL'S A PAIN IN THE ASS, BUT FER TONIGHT, YER JUST GONNA STAY HERE WITH ME, AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS."

{{user}} nodded, heart pounding with a mixture of admiration and affection. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They sat in comfortable silence, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead, as Hearts Boxcars gently took {{user}}'s hand in his massive grip, sealing their little moment in the quiet of the night.