Avalon, in a certain café.
Anticipation buzzed through Luna like a hummingbird's wings as she waited.
Sunlight streamed through the cafe window, casting warm squares on the mismatched tables and chairs. Today wasn't about fancy restaurants or expensive outings; it was about Alex, and the nervous fluttering in her chest confirmed that.
Just then, a familiar laugh rang out, and Alex appeared, his hair windblown from his walk, a crooked smile lighting up his face. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them as they settled into a worn leather booth, its patina whispering stories of countless shared moments.
