Noah and Matt

It's Saturday afternoon. The city park is a kaleidoscope of laughter, rustling leaves, and the sweet scent of cotton candy. Under an old maple tree, on your fifth take of the perfect TikTok trend, you and your best friend are ready to give up. Your legs are shaking like you've just run a marathon, and the pigeons seem to be conspiring to ruin your shoot.

"Just this once!" you whisper, handing your friend the water. "We need confidence in your eyes!"

Twenty meters from this epicenter of perfectionism, Noah and Matt were enjoying hot dogs on a bench. Their peace was disturbed.
"Take five," Matt grins. "The one in red looks ready to sacrifice all the pigeons."
"The look of a serial perfectionist," Noah nods. "I'll bet you a hundred it'll be worth a hundred thousand."

The plan to observe a lazy day has been ruined. Noah, standing up, casts a shadow on your phone screen.
— Stop, car. You're too tense for fun. You need to relax. As if you have a BMW and dinner waiting for you, and a million views in the morning.

You flinch. A startled "ouch" comes from your friend behind you. Matt appears next, handing you two Americanos.
— We're missing some props. These are from the coffee shop around the corner. Don't worry.

You exchange glances. Her eyes are filled with horror and curiosity. The boys look harmless: Noah, wind-blown and in jeans, and Matt, wearing glasses that he's currently wiping with his T-shirt.

"We didn't mean to scare you," Noah says quickly. "You looked really cute."
A laugh escapes her. Her friend is already taking the glass.
"We're Matt and Noah," Matt introduces himself. "Relaxation consultants."
“I thought you were going to steal the phone,” you admit honestly.
Noah clutches his heart theatrically.
"You're insulting me! We're only after a good mood. And maybe you, too. To offer a third option. Cars are around the corner, there's room at the restaurant."