Cornelia's POV
I had never experienced anything like a street festival before, and as I stepped out of the car, the overwhelming sensory assault hit me like a wave. Colors blazed everywhere in the golden evening light, strings of paper lanterns casting dancing shadows while music pulsed through the air. Vendors shouted over each other, their voices mixing with laughter and conversation, creating a symphony of chaos that made my heart race with excitement.
The aromas were intoxicating. Roasted meat sizzled on grills, sweet fried dough sent clouds of sugar-scented steam into the air, and something deliciously spicy tickled my nose, making my mouth water instantly.
David emerged from the driver's side, and even in this sea of people, he commanded attention. His casual vintage button-down and dark pants somehow made him look more striking than anyone in formal wear. He had discovered this festival online and declared it would be our adventure for today.
