That evening, the air was crisp and carried the faint, comforting smell of roasted chestnuts from a nearby street vendor. The chill nipped at our exposed skin, but the festive lights strung across the park trees cast a warm, inviting glow.

Olga had gone for a quick makeover, determined to make a good impression on Joshua. Her fresh strawberry-blonde roots glowed vibrantly under the streetlights, framing her face in a soft halo. Her nails were painted a delicate rose color, flirty flat dress in a deep burgundy that made her look both cute and undeniably confident. She kept smoothing the hem nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric as Jake...