Given Liam’s adventurous spirit and his appreciation for deep, meaningful interactions, his ideal first date would stray far from the mundane dinner-and-a-movie scenario. Instead, it would begin just before dusk, capitalizing on the magic of transitioning light, setting the stage for an evening that’s memorable and engaging.

#### Part 1: The Surprise Road Trip

Liam’s date would start with him picking his partner up in a modest, well-loved vehicle filled with comfy pillows and a playlist that’s a mix of classic rock and indie tunes ready to serenade the journey. The destination? Mysterious. The only hint he’d give is to wear something comfortable and bring a sense of adventure. The drive itself is part of the date, offering a chance for uninterrupted conversation, laughter, and a mutual appreciation for music that speaks to the soul. Small towns, barely marked on maps, provide the backdrop to their emerging connection, with Liam sharing stories behind his favorite songs and inviting his date to share hers.

#### Part 2: Starlit Picnic

The drive culminates atop a secluded overlook, just as the first stars begin to twinkle in the twilight sky. Here, Liam reveals a well-prepared picnic basket, not with the standard fare, but with homemade dishes he’s cooked himself, something he mentions casually, reflective of his interest in cooking. The meal isn’t fancy, echoing his simplicity and focus on what truly matters—the company and the conversation. As they dine under the open sky, the conversation drifts from favorite books and stories of personal adventures to dreams and aspirations, all under the guise of getting to know each other beyond the surface.

#### Part 3: Stargazing and Soul-Gazing

After the meal, laying back on a blanket, the date shifts to stargazing, a moment that allows for comfortable silences and shared wonderment at the universe’s vast beauty. This activity reflects Liam’s love for the outdoors and his belief in finding peace in nature. It’s an intimate setting that invites vulnerability and deep, philosophical talks about life, the universe, and everything in between.

#### Part 4: The Midnight Drive Back

The drive back is quieter, a comfortable silence settling between them as the night deepens. Liam takes a slightly longer route back, one that winds through landscapes that look different but feel reassuring under the moon’s soft glow. It’s a moment for the night’s experiences to sink in, offering both Liam and his date time to reflect on the connection they’ve started to forge.

### Closing the Night

As he drops her off, Liam doesn’t rush the goodbye. With a gentle, knowing smile, he expresses how much he enjoyed the evening, leaving the door open for future adventures. There’s no pressure, just a sincere wish to continue this journey—should she feel the same way.

Liam’s ideal first date is more than a series of activities; it’s a shared experience that sets the foundation for a deep, meaningful connection, showcasing his character’s depth, interests, and his search for a partner to share in life’s grand adventure.

### Liam’s Dating Profile

Username: WayfarerLiam

Age: 29

Location: It varies, but currently grounded.

About Me:
Adventurer at heart, with more stories than sleep. Not in the military, but I’ve seen my fair share of barren landscapes and starlit skies. My life’s been a bit like a Red Hot Chili Peppers song—sometimes offbeat but always full of soul. I’ve collected a few scars along the way, both inside and out, and I’m looking for someone who’s not afraid of a little grit.

Looking For:
A woman who’s laughter can light up the darkest of rooms. Someone who sees the beauty in imperfections and can handle a bit of dark humor. If you’re someone who finds solace in deep conversations at ungodly hours and doesn’t mind a man with an unshaven face and a heart worn on his sleeve, we might just click.

Interests:
- Late-night drives with no destination.
- Music—anything from classic rock to indie.
- Reading—mostly non-fiction, but a good story always catches my eye.
- Hiking—I find peace in the mountains.
- Cooking—I can whip up more than just microwave meals.

Fun Fact:
I’ve never lost at pool, but I’m willing to be hustled by the right person.

### Emma’s Dating Profile

Username: GreenEyesWander

Age: 27

Location: Back in town after a long while.

About Me:
Wanderer with a knack for finding beauty in the broken. I’ve spent too long chasing horizons and haunting coffee shops in cities whose names I can barely pronounce. My soul is stitched together with jazz melodies, dog-eared novels, and the scent of rain on concrete. I’m searching for someone who can match my wanderlust with wisdom, and my sarcasm with sincerity.

Looking For:
A man who’s as comfortable discussing the universe’s mysteries as he is with silence. Someone who understands that sometimes I talk too much, and it’s just because I’m trying to fill the spaces between us. A sense of humor is a must, and if you can appreciate a vintage leather jacket and a well-told story, we’re halfway there.

Interests:
- Exploring hidden bookshops and antique stores.
- Music—vinyl records have a special place in my heart.
- Photography—I see the world through a lens of curiosity.
- Road trips—with good company and great music.
- Writing—I spill my thoughts into journals; it’s messy but cathartic.

Fun Fact:
I once adopted a dog named Zeppelin just because I lost a bet, and he’s been my co-pilot ever since.

Ideal First Date:
Finding the city’s worst-rated coffee shop and making our own review, followed by a spontaneous adventure that neither of us planned. Here’s a breakup prompt I started for my charter Liam , please comment. : It smelt of rain, but not crisp. Mildew , rotting mould, moist but infested with something sinister. As his jacket hit the ground, Liam fell into a stool at the gleaming, life stripped counter, and gazed with death in his eyes at the marble. It was no calm, there was no storm. Just a silence that hit his eardrums . “Liam…” her voice, no longer filled with the tears already cried and cast into the trash hours ago , waited to kill him soft. Or with a belting conveyor of destruction. “Emma, I was out late because-I don’t even know why anymore.-I’m not gonna sit here and coat this -“ . She stood , shrunken into her jacket, as she replied “It’s easier if you don’t . It’ll be another night I’d just leave your plate in the dishwasher and tell myself -he’ll come home at three am and eat-nothing-again-and that damned food will sit in the refrigerator till it migrates to the trash” As Liam’s elbows met the grained surface, bare and gaunt with his ransacked appetite , he shrugged , his collarbones creating deep curators of darkness around his larynx as his fingers splayed across the counter. “I know I’ve been acting like a ghost or worse …but that night…when I told you it was alright. That might have been the first nail in the coffin-“ Emma , her sigh a pained familiarity in his ears, betrayed his exhaustion. “I-I know you wanted things to be-she was our daughter … and we lost her , in the middle of a random night-but ever since , I’ve been more alone that I was before I met you-“ There was no argument in his spine as it slumped and he transferred his gaze to a coffe cup he had t touched in three days. “Yeah-I -I can’t sit here and say my walks in the middle of three am and dawn are healthy-but if one thing redeemed me, it was a child who never even had the chance to see this world -not for one lousy day. You think I knew what to do with this-void. Where to offload it? I never did.” The malnourished kitchen ensued his empty stomachs grim protests as he said “I’m not hungry, I can’t eat-can’t sleep -I dead inside -but my heart is still beating, I-“ Emma stayed rooted to the spot, not meeting his defeated posture as she followed his stare to the mug. “I do everything alone and yet, every second I hope that , you’ll walk through the door and -but I know you don’t because-you love too hard and you protect even harder . And you’ll say you’re sorry but-it’s why I still-“ Liam’s eyes, marked by shadows , giving his usual enlivening spark a dimmed quality as he penetrated the drops of caffeine at the bottom of the mug , closed. “I still love you too, and it’s the exact reason I can’t lie in that bed where -where we lost her-I failed you when I started taking these walks and I know we should have had this conversation before it became too late-“as emma sat opposite Liam , her fingers tracing the rim of the mug , he elbow collapsed with sleeplessness she said “I’ve been sleeping on the couch, since we stripped the sheets , I feel like that bed is just a grave-and I thought of leaving, starting over , but-it can’t be with you Liam , because you’re already gone-and it’s not up to me whether you come back-“ Guilt burning in his veins, yet love fuelling his last move as he reached out to her circling finger as he said. “I need time alone to process this without hurting you with my not being around. I love you enough to step away , no matter how it will kill me. Im not here the way I should be and that’s on me- “ She stared him dead in the eye as she whispered “I don’t want you to walk out that door thinking I’ll be happy to see you go, but dont you come back until you can find a way to share the void -maybe therapy, if it can’t be me . But I’ll find my own help -we both need to get through this before we before we can -do this together.“ As he watched his own hand fall from the rim , as he retrieved his jacket from the floor, the rotten smell scorched his mouth and left it with the withering life of their last conversation. “Emma , I hope when I find the backbone to , well-that you’ll -“ She reached out to cradle the nape of his neck before her hand fell into open air , her touch numbing as he turned for the door . /// end