One tale a night.
The stars shimmered in the distant sky, akin to grains of sand beneath my feet, sparkling in the darkened embrace of the night. The moon cast its silver glow over the gently lapping waves, creating a rhythmic melody in the tranquil surroundings.
I checked my watch, my wrist jerked in front of my eyes, and the glowing digits revealed her lateness—exactly five minutes. I had been patiently waiting for her on the riverbank, near her house.
Around 9 am, I decided to send her a text. "Hey babe, what's up?" I inquired.
"Nothing, catching up on a live concert," her reply arrived after a brief two minutes.
"I'm missing you."
"I miss you too."
"Let's meet!"
"Right now?"
"Yes!"
"But where?"
"How about a midnight swimming."
Her proposition sparked a mix of excitement and
