Aiden Thompson held Grace Li's hand as they walked out of the restaurant. This time, it wasn't just a grip around her wrist—his fingers naturally intertwined with hers, a touch full of sweetness and intimacy. The warmth from his palm sent a jolt through her hand, and Grace Li's heart raced as if it might burst from her chest.
Outside the restaurant, there was a charming old street lined with retro-style buildings. Purple jacaranda trees dotted the sidewalks, their blooms still bright despite the late hour. The streetlights cast a warm, golden glow, filling the space with a peaceful, almost magical vibe. Most of the shops were already closed, and only a few people strolled lazily down the street, adding to the quiet atmosphere.
"Aiden," Grace Li finally spoke up, her voice a little shaky.
