The moonlight shimmered over the lake like liquid silver, casting a soft, romantic glow across the still water. Fireflies danced lazily over the reeds, and the air smelled faintly of jasmine and pine. A light breeze ruffled Riana’s hair as she sat next to him, laughing softly while Raphael poured her a glass of wine.
He was smiling too, though his smile carried that familiar warmth that made her heart ache a little. “You know,” he began, leaning closer to her, “I still remember the first time I saw you.”
Riana arched an eyebrow, her lips curving in amusement. “You mean when you made a complete fool of yourself on the football field?”
Raphael chuckled. “Exactly that. You were walking past the field wearing school uniform. So serious, so focused. The moment our eyes met, I swear I
