the drizzle painted the evening with a quiet romance, as the street buzzed with life. people passed by, each carrying their own story; flowers wrapped in delicate paper, small bags of street snacks, cameras capturing fleeting moments. among them, there was three of us: hand in hand, sharing a snack, and a simple beautiful bouquet. this was Jl. Tunjungan, a street alive with tales. mine, yours, and theirs. all unfolding under Surabaya's gentle rain.