We park and visit a vast fountain to take pictures. It is already night, and when I hear an explosion, I get scared. I look back to find fireworks filling the sky, colours brightening the dark. About five minutes later, the magnificent fireworks cease. Hunter and I have to move along now, unfortunately for security reasons as people would spot us, point fingers and then come running towards us.

“I love you,” he says as we stroll at another scenic place.

“I love you too,” I say back.

It is a strange and wonderful thing at the same time. We never walk hand in hand on the streets because I...