Date With Jean

Cruzer waved back, a genuine smile crossing his face as he approached Jean. The bustling city streets, with their noise and activity, seemed to fade into the background, leaving only her.

She stood there, waiting for him, radiant in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Her presence felt like a beacon, pulling him closer, and for the first time in days, he felt the tension in his body start to melt away.

"Hey," Jean greeted him softly as he sat down across from her at the small café table. Her eyes scanned his face, studying him with a blend of curiosity and concern. "You look… different."

Cruzer chuckled lightly, settling into his seat, though her words lingered. "Different? In a good way, I hope."

Jean tilted her head, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Exhausted, but still handsome," she replied, her smile softening. She leaned forward slightly, her tone shifting from playful to concerned.

"You've been pushing yourself again, haven't you?"