The night in New York seemed tailor-made for Gabriel and Ava.

The sky was clear, scattered with timid stars trying to compete with the lights of the most alive city in the world. The wind brushed softly through the air, whispering between buildings.

Gabriel — charming, effortless, his soul light — walked beside Ava along the Brooklyn Bridge Park waterfront, his navy blazer unbuttoned, hands in his pockets, every movement carrying that easy charisma that came so naturally to him. Ava, composed and poised, walked with graceful steps. Her beige trench coat emphasized the firmness of her posture. She was a woman of conviction, but something about Gabriel’s energy disarmed her with almost no effort.

“This city never stops surprising me,” Gabriel said, gazing at the horizon. “But tonight… you’re my favorite landmark.”

Ava glanced sideways, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.

“That was cheesy. But I’ll admit… a little cute.”

“A little?” He feigned offense. “I swear, in Brazil that line would