Jack and Diann

We could stay here forever, just like this, Diann murmurs, her fingers tracing patterns against the weathered wood of the bench as she gazes at the first light of dawn. Jack glances at her, a small smile playing on his lips, then turns back to the skyline, where the citys silhouette emerges from the shadows. Forevers a long time, he replies softly, the unspoken words hanging in the air between them like the morning mist, a delicate dance of intimacy and restraint.