Beginning of the Date

Satisfied with his delicious meal, Adonis pushed himself away from the table, the clink of the plate a quiet counterpoint to the symphony of his full stomach. He sauntered towards the balcony, sliding open the glass door with a soft hiss.

A wave of cool evening air washed over him, carrying the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant chirping of crickets. It was the perfect antidote to the warmth of the kitchen and the comforting weight of his meal. Leaning against the railing, he took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the night settle over him.