After picking up Elena from her modeling school, the two of us decided to spend the evening together. It was a crisp evening, and the city lights were beginning to flicker on, casting a warm, golden glow over the streets.
As we walked hand in hand, I couldn't help but smile at the simplicity of the moment. Despite the complexities of our lives, being with Elena made everything feel... right.
"How about pizza for dinner?" I suggested, glancing at Elena with a smirk.
Her eyes lit up immediately. "Pizza sounds perfect!"
There was something about her excitement that was contagious. It was one of the many things I loved about her—how she could find joy in the simplest things. We headed toward a small pizzeria that I remembered from my earlier strolls around the neighborhood. It was a cozy, family-owned place, with checkered tablecloths and the smell of freshly baked dough wafting through the air.
