Kieran and Clara continued to spend time together as they had the past few weeks, building a quiet routine that neither wanted to disrupt. It was simple things—morning coffees, walks along the river, visits to the small bookstore, and occasional shared meals—but in each moment, the subtle connection between them was growing. Neither rushed the relationship, and yet the feeling of being drawn to each other was undeniable.
One Saturday morning, Kieran suggested they visit a nearby park known for its small, peaceful garden paths. “I thought we could just walk,” he said casually, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. “No plans, no schedules. Just… see where we end up.”
Clara looked at him, considering. There was a slight hesitation in her expression, a quiet thoughtfulness, but then s
