Today turned out to be far more memorable than I expected. I, Mistlesoir's Anton, spontaneously asked Cherrilane's Taesan to come with me without revealing where we were headed. Safe to say, he trusted me enough not to ask too many questions, and that made everything even better.

The little surprise? A cozy fine dining reservation, prepared to celebrate our day together. From the quiet drive through the evening streets, the warm lights, and every conversation shared across the table, everything felt effortlessly right. We enjoyed every course, laughed over the smallest things, and simply let the night unfold at its own pace.

To make the evening even more special, I handed Taesan a bouquet before we called it a night. Seeing that smile was probably my favorite part of the entire date.

And that's how we celebrated our day. Hopefully, there'll be many more nights like this to come.

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˖ ۫ PASTORAL SESTINA FOR A PIE PETALS
PASTRY, AND SHY ÉCLAT. . ࣪ ˖
(Tartelette of Cherry Flesh.)

The gingham lies folded liturgical ministry, its corners tucked like a small autel between foxgloves and low boughs that perfume the air, sunlight pours miel through the leaves, pooling warm on a crust that exhales plush, flour‑dusted vapeur. Morsel is meted out with ceremonious economy, crumbs and cheeks observed as if poring over an ancien lettre, hands meet above the plate with the reverence of a petit rituel.

🧾🍒 SOFT ÉMOI OF SUMMER
TASTED ALOUD. / #WHIBCherryPie
SWEET SLICE, DISCREET ÉLAN.


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