“The elevator is unusually empty as we step inside. The Musak version of "Faith of the Heart" plays in the background, a stark contrast to the classical melodies that filled the car. As it ascends to the 33rd floor, I turn to Maddie, and without a word, we kiss—a passionate promise of the evening to come. The scent of her perfume, a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine, fills the air, mingling with the warmth of her skin.

The kiss deepens, and for those few seconds, nothing else exists—no city below, no sky above, just Maddie and me and the promise of the night ahead. It's a kiss that speaks of new beginnings, of chapters yet to be written, and stories yet to be told.”