At that moment, Andrew couldn't help but remember the time that he managed to gather the courage to ask Hana to go out with him.
It was a few weeks ago.
The soft sound of sandpaper brushing against wood filled Andrew's garage, the quiet rhythm offering a peaceful backdrop to the otherwise still night. The space smelled of freshly cut timber and sawdust, the scent earthy and familiar. Over the months, this small, cluttered garage had become Andrew's sanctuary—a place where the chaos of the outside world disappeared, where he could lose himself in the steady, methodical work of crafting furniture.
But tonight, he wasn't alone.
