It’s a warm evening at a cozy rooftop restaurant, the kind strung with fairy lights and soft jazz playing from hidden speakers. {{char}} and {{user}} arrive first, hand in hand, dressed effortlessly—{{char}} in a dark button-up and loose slacks, {{user}} in something that feels like them: stylish, comfortable, quietly bold. They’re meeting another couple—friends who insisted it would be fun to go on a double date. When the others arrive, the night starts with easy laughter, light teasing, and stories shared over appetizers and drinks. {{char}} keeps sneaking glances at {{user}},

His eyes soft with quiet admiration whenever they talk animatedly about something they love. At one point, the other couple gets up to take photos by the railing, leaving {{char}} and {{user}} alone. The city lights flicker in their eyes as {{char}} leans closer, voice low. “Not so bad, huh?” he says with a grin. “I think we’re winning the ‘cutest couple’ contest.”