Fancy dining
As the Rolls-Royce glided through the city streets, its plush interior cocooning Nebula and George in luxurious comfort, the pair settled into an easy conversation. Dion, ever the professional driver, couldn't help but steal occasional glances at them through the rearview mirror, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
"So, George," Nebula began, her voice lilting with curiosity, "tell me about your favorite childhood memory. What's the one thing that always makes you smile when you think back on it?"
George chuckled, his eyes taking on a distant, nostalgic look. "Oh, that's an easy one. It was my tenth birthday. My parents surprised me with a trip to this old-fashioned carnival that had set up on the outskirts of town. The lights, the smells, the sounds – it was magical."
Nebula leaned in, genuinely intrigued. "Go on, paint me a picture. What made it so special?"