Curious about who he really was beneath the polished first-date manners, I agreed to meet him again. Our second outing was simpler: a walk through a park, warm drinks from a café, and conversations that drifted effortlessly from childhood memories to future hopes. I learned he wasn’t performing chivalry to impress me—he genuinely enjoyed creating moments that made people feel seen. He told me the roses weren’t meant to overwhelm, just to mark the evening as something worth celebrating. He admitted the itemized message was his attempt to stand out without being overly serious. What struck me most was how comfortable I felt around him, as if the evening wasn’t about impressing one another but discovering who we were when the pretense fell away.