After finishing their second sundae, Lukas and Emma decided to take a walk through the town. The sun had fully set by now, casting the streets in a warm, golden glow from the street lamps. The energy of the day had calmed, leaving a peaceful ambiance in the cool evening air.

Lukas led the way, pointing out different landmarks and telling stories of his childhood. Emma listened intently, feeling more at ease with him than she had with anyone in a long time.

"This is where I used to come with my friends after school," Lukas said, stopping in front of an old fountain in the town square. "We would dare each other to jump into the water during summer."

Emma laughed, picturing a younger Lukas with his friends, carefree and full of energy. "Did you ever do it?"

He grinned. "Once. But I got in a lot of trouble for it. My father made me scrub the bakery floors for a week."

Emma shook her head, smiling. "You must've been a mischievous kid."

"Maybe a little," Lukas admitted. "What about you? What were you like growing up?"

Emma paused, thinking back to her own childhood. "I was the quiet one. Always drawing or reading. I guess I was a bit of a daydreamer."

Lukas nodded thoughtfully. "I can see that. You still have that dreamer's look in your eyes."

Emma blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "And what look is that?"

"The look of someone who sees the world a little differently," Lukas said, his voice softer now. "Someone who believes in magic and adventure."

Emma felt her heart skip a beat. There was something in the way Lukas looked at her, like he saw right through to the part of her she kept hidden from most people.

"Well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "maybe that's true."

Lukas stepped a little closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like that about you."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them seemed to hum with unspoken words, the night wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Emma felt a pull, a connection that went beyond just sharing a sundae or a conversation.

"Lukas..." she began, her voice trailing off as she tried to find the right words.

Before she could finish, Lukas gently took her hand in his. His touch was warm, and Emma felt a surge of emotion wash over her.

"Come on," he said, smiling softly. "There's one more place I want to show you."