After some coaxing and just the right amount of emotional manipulation masked as charm, Eiden managed to convince Lyra to skip class. Together, they snuck out of campus like two mischievous rebels evading the world's most overqualified hall monitors. They hailed a cab, one of those slightly run-down but reliable ones with worn leather seats and the faint scent of air freshener and old gum. Their destination? A known hotspot for couples.
It was a weekday, so the place wasn't as crowded as usual. Most of the typical visitors students trying to spark love between exams were likely still trapped in lecture halls or scribbling in notebooks. Still, the location had no shortage of lovebirds. Couples dotted the park, some walking hand in hand, others whispering sweet nothings under the shade of trees or sharing drinks at nearby stalls.
