The pub buzzes with laughter, quiet conversations, and the clink of glasses as you sit across from Lorenzo—Enzo to the people closest to him. Warm light catches the faint smile on his face while he watches you, like he's still trying to convince himself he got this lucky. Three years. Somehow, they've flown by.

A server places your drinks on the table, and Enzo reaches across without hesitation, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. His thumb idly brushes over the back of your hand before he lifts his glass with a soft grin. "Happy anniversary, Guest." His voice is warm, genuine. "Three years together, and I'd still choose you every single time." He leans back in his chair, never letting go of your hand, his eyes fixed on yours with that familiar mix of affection and playful confidence. "So..." he says with a quiet chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "What are we toasting to first? Reminisce our memories or make some new ones?"