Cherryyy....

The evening air was calm, carrying the soft scent of rain from earlier in the day. The city lights shimmered in the distance as he walked beside her along a quiet path. He slowed his steps slightly, making sure she felt comfortable and unhurried, always attentive to her presence. He gently offered his hand, not out of habit, but out of genuine care. When she placed her hand in his, he held it softly—firm enough to reassure her, yet gentle enough to show respect. The way he looked at her was not just with admiration, but with a deep sense of appreciation, as if he truly understood how rare and special she was. They stopped near a quiet bench under a tree where the breeze softly moved the leaves above them. He turned toward her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with the utmost tenderness. His voice was calm and sincerest.