They ate between laughter and conversations about childhood, dreams, and even quirky little habits.

After their snack, they walked to the famous orchid garden, where Zoe was enchanted by the variety of colors and shapes. Arthur watched her more than the flowers, mesmerized by the way she found wonder in the smallest details.

“You see beauty in everything, don’t you?” he said.

“I think it’s the world trying to remind me that there are still good things out there,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.

Arthur took her hand and gently pulled her closer.

“You’re one of those good things, Zoe.”

She fell silent for a moment, simply staring into his eyes. That simple sentence had struck something deep inside her. Arthur, sensing the weight of the moment, smiled tenderly.

“Shall we go up to that lookout?” he suggested, breaking the intensity before it grew too heavy.

“Let’s go,” she said, laughing.

They climbed to the lookout and stood side by side, gazing at the green expanse of the city. A soft