Jazmin Stormes

The cold air filled the city, the soft murmur of the trees as they moved and the glow of the moon filled the atmosphere.

They both sat on a bench, with a perfect view of the lake that reflected the moon and stars like a perfectly placed mirror. Jazmin shifted gently; it was their fourth date since they met, and she was still as nervous as if it were the first, her legs swaying absentmindedly while her eyes remained fixed on the moon.

A comfortable silence settled in the air; few words were spoken, but many feelings were palpable. He frowned slightly, watching as two fish danced together, as if performing a dance planned for that very moment.

With a sigh, she decided to break the silence, trying to go further.

"And... what did you name the kitten you just adopted? The one you showed me on the phone?" she asked, turning to look at you, her eyes searching for yours.