With our ice cream finished and laughter still echoing in our ears, Zaya suggested, "Hey, there's a nice park just down the street. It's quiet, has a great view of the stars, and it's perfect for walking off all the sugar we just inhaled."
Lise and I exchanged a look, both nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a plan," Lise said. "Lead the way, Zaya."
The night air was cool and crisp as we made our way toward the park. The streets were mostly empty, with the occasional couple walking by or someone jogging in the late evening. It was peaceful—a stark contrast to the buzz and chaos of the Council's event earlier.
