Dahlia's POV
Dorian guided me through the bustling old street district where vendors lined every corner. The vibrant night market stretched endlessly, with stalls remaining open until the early morning hours, some even operating until dawn if customers lingered.
Unlike the sterile restaurants that kicked patrons out at closing time, this place thrived on chaos and spontaneity.
I remembered countless nights here with Lorena during our college years, sampling street food and losing ourselves in the maze of vendors. Those carefree days ended abruptly when Lorena grew tired of constantly running into Dorian at our favorite spots.
Crestwood City possessed that peculiar quality of being simultaneously vast and intimate. I found it oddly frustrating how I rarely encountered familiar faces when venturing out alone, yet tonight proved the exception.
