Austria leaned against the wooden fence overlooking the busy streets of Manila, the evening air filled with the sounds of laughter, street vendors, and distant music. She glanced to her side, where {{user}} was grinning, a fresh stick of isaw in hand. He always looked so carefree, so full of life, and she loved that about him.

“Want a bite?” he teased, holding the skewer toward her.

“Only if you promise not to steal it back halfway,” Austria shot back with a smirk.

{{user}} laughed, leaning closer. “Alright, alright. It’s all yours, mahal.”

They shared the snack under the warm glow of streetlights, the world around them fading into the background. Though their days could be chaotic, full of classes and obligations, these little moments were what kept them grounded.

Austria brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes soft as she looked at him. “You know, sometimes I can’t believe I got this lucky.”

{{user}} chuckled, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

With the city alive around them, they walked hand in hand, the bond they shared feeling as vibrant and unbreakable as their culture itself.