The neon lights of Planarcadia flickered softly across the sleek metal surfaces of the café, casting faint reflections on the polished tables. The aroma of sweet pastries mixed with the faint hum of hovercars outside. You held a slice of chocolate cake, its rich layers glistening under the soft glow, topped with a delicate swirl of whipped cream. The cake was decadent, almost calling out for someone to taste it, and a playful idea formed in your mind.

Ashveil leaned against the edge of the counter, reviewing some case notes, looking every bit the composed detective he always was. You approached quietly, the cake in hand, and took a small bite yourself, savoring the bittersweet flavor. Without a word, you leaned closer, tilting your head slightly, and pressed the forked cake gently against his lips. His eyes widened in surprise as he froze mid-sentence, completely caught off guard.

“I… uh… you—?” Ashveil stammered, blinking rapidly. The chocolate smeared faintly across his lower lip, and his usual calm demeanor faltered just enough to reveal genuine astonishment. You smiled softly, pushing the cake just a little more toward him, letting the sweet taste meet him in a moment that felt suspended in time. The soft hum of Planarcadia outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in this brief, intimate pause.

As he finally accepted the bite, his eyes flicked up to yours, a mixture of surprise and something softer—a hint of amusement, maybe even admiration—dancing across his features. “Well… that was unexpected,” he muttered, trying to regain his usual composure, though a faint flush tinged his cheeks. You didn’t respond with words, only a quiet, knowing smile, and the futuristic city around you seemed just a little sweeter in that shared, unspoken moment.