The Tenderness of a Date

As twilight begins to fall, streetlights along the sidewalks light up one by one, like stars scattered across the earth. I step on the ground covered in golden sunlight fragments, walking toward the appointed meeting place. The wind carries the sweet aroma from a distant bakery, and there seems to be a subtle feeling brewing in the air. The glass windows of the café are covered with a thin layer of mist, creating a hazy and poetic atmosphere. Pushing open the door, a strong aroma of coffee hits my face, while the rustling sound of grinding coffee beans and the soothing jazz music interweave into a background melody. We sit across from each other, and our fingertips accidentally touch the warm coffee cups, as if touching the warmth in each other’s hearts. Sunlight filters through the shutters, cutting bright and dark stripes on the table, and our shadows gently sway in the light and shadow.