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The ride through Silverglade was breathtaking. After leaving the stadium and the chaos behind us, Reed suggested we stop for ice cream, which we did. There was this cute little roadside stand with the aroma of sugar and waffle cones dancing in the air. He chose mint chocolate chips, while I went with salted caramel.
We talked as we drove, and the blur of streetlights and people faded, leaving only the quiet edges of town. Silverglade looked stunning in the evening light. Shops and homes had that old charm, lit with warm yellows and soft whites that made everything appear dreamlike. And I stared out the window, watching everything pass by.
Reed followed a winding road up a hill surrounded by trees that arched slightly over the road. The way the light hit them, gold from the car's hea
