40. Silent Shadows

After the fair, Jacob and I decided to cap off our magical evening with dinner at a cozy local pizza place. The aroma of freshly baked dough and melted cheese filled the air as we settled into a corner booth, continuing our banter from the fair. Jacob grinned, looking at the menu. "So, what's your pizza preference? Classic Margherita or something wild and adventurous?" I chuckled. "Let's go with adventurous. Surprise me." As we awaited our unique pizza creation, conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between shared interests, childhood stories, and the playful recounting of our fair escapades. When the pizza arrived, adorned with an eclectic mix of toppings, Jacob raised his eyebrows in mock seriousness. "I hope you're ready for a flavor explosion." Taking a bite, I laughed. "You know, this is surprisingly delicious. Maybe you should be the official pizza chef." Jacob smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "I've got many talents, my dear. Pizza connoisseur might be one of them.