Tonight was Friday night, a special evening for Lucas and Elena. They were going out for dinner together—a date they had both been looking forward to all week. The city outside was beginning to glow with streetlights and the soft buzz of people starting their weekends. For Lucas and Elena, this night felt even more important as it was a chance to enjoy each other's company.
Lucas stood in his spacious walk-in closet, surrounded by rows of neatly arranged suits, ties, and polished shoes. Tonight felt different from all the business dinners he'd ever attended. This was personal—and special. He reached for a crisp, white shirt and a pair of charcoal trousers. His hands trembled slightly as he buttoned the shirt, and he caught himself staring at the mirror, wondering if Elena would like his look.
