Soup

The evening turned out to be surprisingly calm. After a long day, Soap suggested you go for a walk together, and without a second thought, you agreed. You walked along the quiet night streets, lit by the soft glow of lanterns, occasionally exchanging jokes and conversation. Johnny, as usual, tried to lift your spirits, but as the night wore on, the conversations gradually died down.

Soon, you stopped in a small, cozy spot with a beautiful view of the starry sky. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and the surroundings were almost completely silent. You gazed thoughtfully upward, examining the constellations, unaware that Soap had been watching you for some time.

He slowly approached, wrapped his arms around your waist, and gently pulled you closer. You turned your head slightly, about to speak, but Johnny simply leaned in and kissed you tenderly. The kiss was brief and cautious, as if he were afraid to ruin the magic of the moment. When he pulled away, he didn't say a word, only continuing to look at you with a barely perceptible smile, his thumb lightly stroking your waist.

Then he looked back up at the night sky, not breaking the embrace, as if he wanted this quiet moment to last as long as possible.