We sat down, and the park staff served us a sumptuous meal. The dishes were exquisitely prepared, each bite a testament to Yura's thoughtfulness and attention to detail. The table was adorned with delicate porcelain and silverware that gleamed under the soft candlelight. The aroma of the various dishes mingled in the air, creating an inviting and warm atmosphere.
"Everything looks amazing, Yura," I said, my voice filled with genuine awe. I reached out to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for this."
Yura smiled, her eyes shining with affection.
We began our meal, savoring each bite. The flavors were rich and perfectly balanced, a true feast for the senses. We talked and laughed, the conversation flowing easily between us. The evening felt magical, as if we were the only two people in the world.
