As Avery and Cruz continued their heartfelt conversation, the air between them began to shift. The garden seemed to grow quieter, the sounds of the city fading away until all that remained was the gentle rustle of leaves and the soothing murmur of the fountain nearby. The soft, ambient light from the garden fixtures bathed them in a warm glow, casting delicate shadows on their faces and adding to the intimate atmosphere.
Avery could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. She glanced at Cruz, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that mirrored her own. The connection they had forged during their conversation felt almost tangible, a magnetic pull drawing them closer together. She felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and affection for him, and she could see the
