51~ Up to Something Stupid

Vincenzo's car glided smoothly through the busy city streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine accompanying the soft music playing on the radio. The midday sun cast warm rays on his face as he drove towards Central Park, he was going to spend hours of his time with Freya there.

When they finally reached the park, Vincenzo parked the car in a shaded spot, and they strolled hand in hand towards a secluded corner where a bench awaited them. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children filled the air as they settled down, sitting close to each other.

Vincenzo wrapped his arm around Freya's shoulders, and they shared an affectionate smile. As they talked, their voices carried with the gentle breeze, a sweet symphony of happiness.

Freya leaned her head on Vincenzo's shoulder, and he caressed her hair tenderly. They seemed lost in their own world, oblivious to every thing around them.

Unbeknownst to them, Kelly had also come to the park that day, to spend her time alone a