It was night.
Washington's bustling downtown began to show its characteristic vibrancy, with the central pedestrian street filled with traffic, and colorful neon lights glowing and spreading their radiance everywhere.
On the lively pedestrian street.
Vincent and Diana walked side by side.
However, despite them wearing matching couple's outfits, there was still a subtle sense of incongruity in the atmosphere between them as they walked together.
Firstly, they had only been a couple for half a day and hadn't yet adjusted from their usual identities.
And then there was—the difference in their physiques!
This was a point that, no matter how much they tried to overcome it psychologically, could not be reversed or ignored.
After all.
Even though Diana was wearing a white couple's cartoon T-shirt, looking like a recent college graduate, her tall and beautiful figure and the aura she exuded from several meters away were things that could not be changed or hidden.
Although Vincent's height had reached 1.75 meters in recent months, which was not short for a teenager, he was still a head shorter than Diana when they walked together, and he carried the sunny disposition of a student.
As if sensing Vincent's distress, Diana thought for a moment, then suddenly asked softly, "What do couples do?"
"What do couples do?"
Vincent was stunned for a moment by her words, then quickly understood.
Why bother with so many unnecessary things now? Shouldn't they just do what they like, like a couple?
Vincent extended his right hand and gently held the soft, jade-like left hand of the woman beside him.
Diana's thick eyelashes trembled slightly; not only did she not resist, but she spread her long, crystal-clear five fingers, allowing the Black-haired Boy's slightly larger palm to enclose and hold them.
Their fingers intertwined, and their palms held a warm embrace.
Just holding hands, the subtle sense of incongruity between them immediately dissipated a great deal.
"Let's have dinner first."
Vincent's face regained its confident expression; he had done a lot of homework for tonight, even researching a hundred things couples should do and some dining etiquette.
The two walked into a steakhouse.
Vincent, a little unaccustomed, pulled out a chair for his aunt, tied her napkin, and after the steak arrived, he prioritized cutting the lady's portion.
The beginning was quite normal.
However, cutting steak was harder than expected… Vincent quickly had this thought in his mind. In the past, whether at home or out, his aunt would always cut it for him, her skilled and elegant movements seeming effortless.
Right.
He almost forgot, his aunt was Wonder Woman… Vincent's mouth twitched.
Diana, sitting opposite, watched Vincent clumsily cut his meat and subconsciously handed him a plate of steak she had already cut at some point.
Vincent looked at the two plates of vastly different steak and was speechless.
Dinner failed!
...Dinner ended.
Walking out of the steakhouse, Diana seriously reflected, "Okay, my bad. I forgot to give you more opportunities to show off."
"It's fine." Vincent said with a nonchalant expression, "If there's no opportunity, then we'll create one!"
"I learned a couple's game online. For example, if you, Aunt, close your eyes and let me lead you across the road, it's a great test of trust..."
Vincent stopped halfway through his sentence.
He imagined it in his mind.
If a car crashed into them at high speed, he would most likely be thrown flying, while his aunt would still be standing there, and the car would be gone... Hmm, this game is a great test of—trust my ass?!
Learned nothing!
Game failed!
...It proved.
Having a girlfriend who is too outstanding, and a deity at that, is sometimes not a good thing... Vincent continued to stroll down the pedestrian street with his aunt, and suddenly heard music from ahead, where a street artist was playing the violin.
"Aunt, wait for me here."
Vincent jogged to the street artist, pulled out a hundred-dollar U.S. bill. The street artist first looked confused, then nodded and accepted the money.
Looking at Vincent walking back, Diana asked curiously, "What did you say to him?"
"Nothing. Just requested a song." Vincent said.
"Then why was he confused..."
Diana was still puzzled, but then quickly understood as the violin music began, a melody and song everyone recognized—
A Christmas carol.
But it was only approaching March, more than half a year away from Christmas.
Pedestrians on the surrounding streets slightly paused, also showing puzzled expressions, then quickly immersed themselves in the joyful violin music.
"Let's go." Vincent took Diana's hand and said.
Diana smiled and nodded.
No one knew.
This song held another meaning for Vincent and Diana; they had met on Christmas night seventeen years ago... Seeing someone selling vanilla ice cream on the pedestrian street, Vincent bought one without hesitation.
"Isn't it a bit odd to buy just one when you're out with a girl?" Diana gently reminded him, but when she saw a couple nearby with a peculiar way of eating it, she understood.
"You try it first."
Vincent held up the vanilla ice cream in his hand.
Facing his expectant gaze, Diana hesitated, then tucked her hair back with her hand and lowered her head slightly.
Her soft, sensual red lips parted gently, and she extended her pink, delicate tongue, delicately licking the ice cream, her tongue tip scooping up a faint milky White. The action appeared elegant and alluring, and her small tongue retracted with that sweetness.
Only then did Vincent begin to eat the ice cream with a satisfied expression.
"Where did you learn that?" Diana glared at him playfully.
"I won't tell you." Vincent blinked, feeling he had finally won back a little.
Indeed.
His aunt still had many unfamiliar areas that needed slow development.
"You..." Diana was about to say something when, at that moment, a male voice came from behind: "Miss Prince?"
Vincent and Diana immediately turned their heads. It was a middle-aged man around forty, dressed in a suit and tie, looking like he had just gotten off work.
Seeing Diana's full face, the middle-aged man said with surprise and joy, "Miss Prince, I can't believe it's really you!"
"Mr. Upton, are you still working at the Museum?"
As Diana spoke, she said to Vincent, "He was a colleague of mine when I worked at the Museum."
Upton said with a troubled expression, "Yes, without Miss Diana, you human encyclopedia, my workload at the Museum has greatly increased!"
"By the way, who is this?"
As Upton spoke, his gaze fell on the Black-haired Boy beside Diana, and he also noticed their intertwined hands, a curious look in his eyes.
Vincent's expression was a bit stiff.
It was like before, when Diana took him back to Paradise Island, and he didn't know how to introduce himself.
However, he and his aunt were only pretending, like a game of house, just a half-day couple's practice.
So, there was nothing to hesitate about.
To avoid future trouble, his current self-introduction should be—
"Hello, Mr. Upton." Vincent Take the initiative to reach out, Determined: "My name is Vincent, and I am Diana's boyfriend."
"So it's—huh? What did you say?" Upton suddenly froze.
Looking at the serious Black-haired Boy, Upton smiled and looked at Diana with understanding, "This must be your relative, right? What a joker..."
Diana, however, shook her head. She placed Vincent's hand, which was holding hers, on her waist and said calmly and seriously:
"Upton, he's not joking. This is really my boyfriend."
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