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~Lucas's POV
After dinner, we stepped outside. The night air was cool and quiet. I didn't want the evening to end.
"Want to walk a bit?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, linking her arm with mine.
We strolled through the quiet streets, passing warmly lit windows and the occasional couple walking hand-in-hand. The city felt slower tonight, like it was giving us space. She pointed out a mural on the wall of a corner shop, her eyes lighting up with delight.
"I love street art," she said. "It feels like someone's soul just spilled out right there on the wall."
I looked at the vibrant colors and the jagged lines. "It's raw. Honest."
"Like you tonight," she teased, glancing at me.
"Trying to be," I said with a grin. "But I'm nervous. You make me nervous."
"Why? You're the calmest person I know."
"That's because you don't know what's going on in my head when you smile at me like that."
