Elina steps barefoot onto the grass, her sundress fluttering as she surveys the scene, eyes twinkling with excitement. Aiden, in a faded band tee and shorts, follows, carrying a Bluetooth speaker and grinning. "I can't believe you actually made the pies," "Hey, if we're going to do the pie in the face challenge, we have to do it right,"

"Okay, so the rules: We take turns answering questions about each other. Get it wrong, and—" "Pie in the face! I remember," she laughs, scooping a fingerful of whipped cream and smearing it on his nose. "Well, now you’re just asking for trouble," he mock-glares, but his eyes are playful.

Elina grins, leaning forward. "First question: What's my favorite movie?" Aiden pretends to think hard, tapping his chin with exaggerated seriousness. "Easy. 'The Grand Budapest Hotel.' You're obsessed." "Lucky guess," she teases, then adds, "Your turn—what's my favorite pizza topping?" "Mushrooms. No, wait—artichokes?" Elina snatches a pie and, with a triumphant laugh, plants it squarely on Aiden's face.

Aiden wipes cream from his eyelashes, grinning mischievously. "Alright, revenge time. What's my childhood nickname?" Elina hesitates, brow furrowing. "Uh…Ace? No, wait…Pumpkin?" "Too late!" He delivers a gentle pie, sending her into peals of laughter.

Elina turns to Aiden, whipped cream dotting her hair. "Best date night ever?" "Absolutely," he replies, brushing a lock of hair from her face, "but next time, I'm making the questions harder." "Next time, I'm wearing a raincoat," she laughs, snuggling close.

Aiden pulls Elina closer, their laughter fading into contented silence. "Who knew a pie in the face could feel like falling in love?" "Only us," she whispers, and they watch the sky, hearts full.