Everyone has dreamed of a perfect date at least once in their life. For some, it’s dinner at a fancy restaurant, for some, a walk under the stars. And for me, it’s something special, intimate, and real. My first romantic date is not just about the place or the clothes, but about the emotions, sincerity, and magic of the moment.

I imagine a warm evening. The sun slowly sets behind the horizon, painting the sky in soft pink and golden tones. We meet in a cozy park or by a lake. No fuss, no noise — just nature, peace, and us. He holds a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hands — not for effect, but simply to make me feel good.

We take our time. We talk about everything — about childhood dreams, about favorite books, about life. In his eyes — interest, in mine — trust. We laugh, sometimes we’re silent, but this silence is not uncomfortable — it’s warm. It's as if we've known each other for a long time, although in reality we're just getting to know each other.

Maybe then we'll go to a small cafe with dim lights and the aroma of fresh coffee. Or maybe we'll just sit on a bench and watch the moon reflected in the water. And it won't matter to me at all where we are - what matters is that there's a person nearby with whom it's comfortable to be silent and pleasant to talk.