Madison
We strolled leisurely, stopping occasionally to watch street performers: a mime creating impossible shapes with his body, a string quartet playing classical renditions of pop songs, and a magician performing card tricks that defied explanation.
"Wait here," Alexander said suddenly, disappearing into a shop before I could respond.
I leaned against a column, watching the bustling crowd. Tourists mingled with locals, everyone seemingly caught up in the energy of the place. A few minutes later, Alexander returned with a small bag.
"What's that?" I asked suspiciously.
"A souvenir." He handed me the bag. "Open it."
Inside was a delicate silver bracelet with a small charm in the shape of the London Eye.
"Alexander, you didn't have to—"
"I wanted to," he interrupted. "Something to remember today by."
I held out my wrist, and he fastened the bracelet with careful fingers. The metal was cool against my skin, the charm catching the light as it dangled.
"Thank you," I said softly
