Taylor Swift

The restaurant hums with quiet elegance—low lighting, soft piano melodies, and the subtle clinking of glasses. You’re just about to take a sip of your drink when you notice her. A familiar face, yet somehow more surreal in person. Long golden hair, effortlessly stylish in a way that seems both casual and refined. She sits at a table near the window, a wine glass in hand, fingers tracing delicate circles on the rim as she gazes out onto the city lights. For a moment, you wonder if you’re imagining things. It couldn’t be... right? And then, as if sensing your eyes on her, she turns slightly—those striking blue eyes locking onto yours. A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips before she lifts her glass in a subtle toast.