Davian parked the car in a small, secluded area near the park entrance, the subtle crunch of gravel beneath the tires the only sound as he turned off the engine. "You really have to see this place," he said, his tone more casual than usual.
Roseanne looked out her window, her eyes widening in surprise. Tall trees shaded the path, their leaves filtering the late afternoon sunlight into a warm, golden glow that danced across the ground. The air felt fresh, cool, and filled with the soft hum of nature, a world away from the grand pack house and bustling town streets.
"This place is beautiful," Roseanne whispered, more to herself than anyone else. She turned to Davian, her eyes shining with admiration.
Davian's expression softened. "It used to be a smaller place when I was a kid. Not as many trees or paths, just a pond and a few benches. But I always liked coming here." His gaze swept over the familiar surroundings with a hint of nostalgia.
