One Night

Lauren adjusted her black turtleneck sweater, feeling the flutter of butterflies in her stomach as she stepped into the warmly lit bistro. It had only been three days since she and Daniel started chatting online, yet it felt like they'd known each other for years. Their conversations had flowed from favorite books to the most intimate of dreams, a digital dance of words that had quickly escalated to this, their first meeting. The bistro was a tapestry of comforting sounds and smells. The clink of glasses, the murmur of conversation, and the aroma of garlic and oregano were soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil of anticipation inside her. There was Daniel, seated by the window where the waning sunlight fought to shine through, his black hair a stark contrast to the soft candlelight that flickered between them. The warm glow of the flame highlighted his olive complexion and the sharp lines of his very handsome features, crafting a picture that made her heart skip a beat. He stood as she approached, a gesture that tugged a shy smile from her lips. "Lauren," he said, his voice matching the deep timbre she remembered from their late-night calls. "You're even more beautiful in person." She laughed, the sound mingling with the ambient music. They settled into their seats, their conversation unfolding as naturally as the evening around them. They sipped on wine, each sip punctuated by stories and confessions that painted a vivid picture of their lives beyond the screen. Amidst a lull in their conversation, a dog barked outside, leading them down a new conversational path. "I've always loved animals," Lauren mused.. "I've dreamed of having a dog one day." "Why don't you have one then?" Lauren sighed. "My apartment is too small, and there's the matter of my job," she explained. "I'm actually thinking of finding a new one, but who knows what hours I'll be working? It wouldn't be fair to a dog." "I see." Something seemed to be on Daniel's mind. "How about you? Do you have any pets?" Daniel shook his head. "No, I've always wanted a dog, too. But with the insane hours I spent at the office these past years, it was never the right time. And now..." His voice trailed off, leading to a significant pause that filled the space between them. Lauren noticed the shift in his demeanor, a subtle prelude to something more serious. Daniel carefully reached out and took her hand, his thumb gently stroking her skin. "Lauren," he began hesitantly, "I feel like I can tell you anything. There's something I need to ask." She nodded, feeling both curious and unsure. "I know it's odd to ask on a first date, but is it possible that you could loan me five hundred dollars?" Daniel add. "It's for a good reason, I promise." Lauren's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. She had enjoyed the evening immensely, but this was unexpected. In the candlelight's tender glow, she could see Daniel's earnest face, his eyes filled with a hopeful vulnerability. For a fleeting second, a chilling thought crept into her mind—could this be a scam? Was his interest in her a ruse, a ploy to charm her into opening her wallet? But as quickly as the suspicion arose, she dismissed it. She had seen the way Daniel's eyes crinkled genuinely at the corners when he laughed, how his voice carried the weight of his convictions, how his stories unfolded with a raw honesty that couldn't be feigned. No, Daniel wasn't pretending; she felt it in her gut. Yet, there was the inescapable truth of her own finances. Just last month, she had scrimped and saved to buy her dad a birthday present. She had envisioned presenting him with a shiny new golf club, a gesture of appreciation for all he'd done for her. Instead, she found herself handing over a box of golf balls because the club's price tag was a reminder that her budget was a tightrope, and she had to ensure her rent was secure above everything else. The choice before her was a reflection of her reality. Could she really afford to lend Daniel the money? As she considered her options, she knew she had to be honest—both with herself and with him. [[CHOICE A: Admit to Daniel that her financial situation was nearly as precarious as his, confessing that she couldn't spare the five hundred dollars without risking her own stability.]] [[CHOICE B: She could agree to loan Daniel the money, but first, she needed more details. It was a matter of both trust and practicality.]]

Lauren's heart was a pendulum, swinging between caution and intrigue. Daniel's request hung in the air like a delicate note, waiting to resolve into harmony or discord. "Tell me more," she prompted, her voice steady. Daniel's smile, a mix of relief and excitement, brightened his face. "I'm planning to quit my job," he revealed, the weight of his decision palpable. "Actually, I've already put in my notice. My last day is next Thursday." Lauren, taken aback, could only muster a surprised "Oh." She leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "So, what's next for you?" "Well, it's something I've always dreamed of—apart from owning a dog," Daniel joked lightly, his fingers circling the stem of his wine glass. "I'm heading to Sri Lanka to volunteer as an English teacher." "What? Really?" Lauren's surprise was evident. "Yeah," Daniel nodded, a sense of purpose in his tone. "It's about making a difference, you know?" Lauren nodded, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity. "How long will you be gone?" "Six months. That's the plan at least," he said. "That's quite a commitment," Lauren remarked, the reality of the time frame settling in. Daniel then delved into the crux of his request, "I've been saving, but it’s not enough. I don't want to come off wrong, but I’m reaching out for donations and loans to help cover living expenses and the airfare. I've received some support from friends and family, but I’m still short." The earnestness in his voice resonated with her. Lauren had always admired those who dared to step off the beaten path, who risked comfort for purpose. And here was Daniel, embodying that spirit. Sri Lanka... "It's... It's very noble of you," she said, her voice tinged with admiration. "And courageous." "So, will you...?" Daniel let the question hang, his eyes hopeful. Lauren smiled, her decision made. "Yes, I will help you." Relief washed over Daniel's face as he realized Lauren was genuinely interested in his plans. The candlelight between them seemed to glow a bit brighter, reflecting the newfound connection and understanding they shared. As they finished their dinner, Daniel leaned closer, his voice warm with invitation. "Would you like to come over to my place? I can show you the photos and the files about the Sri Lanka project. I think you’d find it really interesting." Lauren paused, considering the implications of his invitation. Going to his place could signify a step towards intimacy, a leap forward in their budding relationship. It was a tempting offer, driven by her genuine curiosity about his life and his upcoming journey. On the other hand, she was mindful of the pace at which their evening was progressing. Did she want to hasten into a situation that might blur the lines of their newfound acquaintance? She thought about the city outside, its streets a familiar comfort. There was something appealing about the idea of extending their evening under the city lights, walking side by side, wrapped in the safety of the public eye while exploring their connection. [[CHOICE A: Politely decline the invitation to his place and suggest a walk along the bustling streets instead, a choice that offered a slower pace and the opportunity to continue their conversation in a neutral setting.]] [[CHOICE B: Accept Daniel’s offer and go to his place, drawn by the prospect of delving deeper into his world and his plans for Sri Lanka.]]

Lauren sat across from Daniel, her expression tinged with regret and a hint of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can..." she began. Daniel's face briefly registered disappointment, "Oh." "Things have been tough since Covid," she said, feeling the need to explain. Daniel nodded casually. "I get it. No worries." Their appetizer, a plate of egg rolls with dipping sauce, arrived at the table. Daniel leaned forward and took one, biting into it heartily. Lauren glanced at the egg rolls but quickly returned her focus to Daniel. "I work at a travel agency, you know," she continued, eager to justify her decision. "Business hasn't been great with Covid and all..." "Uh-huh." "And you know, most people just book their trips online these days..." Lauren began to feel frustrated. Daniel finished his bite. He wiped his hands on a napkin. "Hey, it's okay. I should have known better. I shouldn't have asked." Lauren managed a strained smile, feeling the conversation hadn't fully resolved the tension but recognizing that Daniel wasn't keen on pursuing it further. She lifted her wine glass, taking a sip to mask her discomfort in the lingering awkwardness. Lauren hesitated, wondering if it was her place to ask, but curiosity got the better of her. "Can I ask why you need five hundred dollars?" she ventured. Daniel paused, holding an eggroll mid-air. The once warm atmosphere had cooled. Lauren wondered if she was reading too much into it or if Daniel was genuinely put off by her decision. It was their first bump in the road after days of pleasant exchanges. "It's hard to explain to other people," Daniel finally said. "Well, I'm quitting my job to go to Sri Lanka..." "What? What do you mean?" Lauren asked in surprise. She also noted his phrasing - "other people." It seemed she had been relegated to an outsider's position in his plans. She thought they had a real connection... "Yea, just something I've always wanted to do," Daniel continued with a shrug. “Since I will be out of a job, I’m taking donations and loans from friends and family.” "So you--" Lauren said, still trying to wrap her head around what Daniel just said. "You quit your job..." Daniel took a bite of his eggroll, "You should try these, before they get cold." Lauren sat back, trying to process his words. Was he really planning to leave his job and rely on others to fund his trip? She replayed their past conversations in her head, searching for any signs she might have missed about who Daniel truly was. Their food soon arrived, burger with fries for Daniel and chicken sandwich for Lauren. They both dove in. Food was good. They complimented the food and the restaurant decor. They discussed their favorite drinks (Lauren was surprised to find out that Daniel’s favorite drink for the winter was hot chocolate with Baileys–she thought that was more of a girl’s drink). All the superficial topics. Soon dinner was finished. Daniel clasped his hands together and thought for a moment before finally asking, "Do you want to come over to my place? We can watch a movie." [[Suggest getting ice cream at a nearby shop instead.]]

"What do you think?" Daniel's eyes sought hers, inviting her decision. Lauren's reply was a quiet, "Sure." She felt a flutter in her chest. "Let's go." As they waited for a cab, Lauren's gaze drifted upwards, taking in the towering high-rises that punctuated the night sky. Many floors above still buzzed with light, a testament to the city's relentless pace. She imagined the individuals working late into the night, their Friday evening consumed by the glow of office lights. It struck her then—the stark contrast between her world and the one Daniel was stepping into. While life in the city marched on in its perpetual rhythm, Daniel was on the cusp of breaking away, ready to embrace a radically different existence in Sri Lanka. Daniel's voice brought her back. "What are you thinking about?" Lauren turned, her gaze softening. "Just thinking about life," she mused, a reflective tone in her voice. Even as they settled into the cab, the contrast between their current urban life and Daniel's impending journey to Sri Lanka lingered in Lauren's mind. As the cab wove through the city, the lights outside streaked past them in a kaleidoscope of color, casting a surreal glow on their intimate space. In the confined space of the cab, every small movement seemed magnified. Daniel's hand found Lauren's, a comforting warmth that eased the chill of the night. The gentle brush of his lips against her hand sent a tingling sensation up her arm, stirring something deep within her. As Daniel leaned closer, his hand tentatively reached for her waist. His touch was gentle at first, a cautious exploration, but grew more confident, his thumb drawing circles over her skin. When his hand started to slip beneath her sweater, Lauren felt a rush of conflicting emotions. Lauren caught the cab driver's eye in the rearview mirror, his glance fleeting but enough to make her face flush with a mix of embarrassment and awareness. In an attempt to redirect the moment, Lauren asked, "So when are you leaving for Sri Lanka?" "Next month." She tried to continue, "Have you—" but a small moan escaped her as she felt his touch. "Have you packed yet?" "Not yet," he responded, his voice soft. Lauren caught the clean scent of Daniel's shampoo and noticed, more than ever, how handsome he was. In that moment, with the city pulsating around them, she stood at a crossroads, weighing Daniel's clear intentions against her own boundaries and desires. [[CHOICE A: Quietly give in to the growing desires within her, allowing the moment to unfold in the intimacy of the cab's backseat.]] [[CHOICE B: Assertively pull Daniel's hand away, setting a boundary and redirecting the course of their interaction.]]

When Lauren's fingers wrapped around Daniel's hand, the mood inside the cab subtly changed. With a firm yet gentle motion, she moved his hand away, her eyes meeting his in a silent conversation about boundaries. "I'm sorry," Daniel said quietly, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Lauren offered a small, understanding smile but chose to remain silent. Trying to ease the sudden tension, Daniel spoke up, "The restaurant was nice, right? The food was great. We could have tried some dessert." After a pause, he added, "I've got hot chocolate and Baileys back at my place. Do you like hot chocolate?" Lauren's caution resurfaced at the mention of more alcoholic beverages. "I think I’m okay," she replied, keeping her response simple. The rest of the cab ride was spent in silence, both of them retreating into their thoughts as the city's lights blurred past the windows. As the cab came to a stop outside Daniel's building, they stepped onto the pavement. Lauren found herself looking up at the towering structure, a sense of hesitancy washing over her. The dinner had been enjoyable, but the nagging uncertainty remained. They had only known each other for three days, after all. Was it really wise to go up to his apartment? Daniel, noticing her pause, said, "My place is on the fourth floor. Just a heads up, there's no elevator, so we'll need to take the stairs." Lauren's gaze drifted to the fourth-floor windows, all cloaked in darkness, adding to her internal debate. The quietness of the windows seemed to echo her uncertainty. Doubt crept in. Daniel, sensing her reluctance, asked, "Everything okay?" [[CHOICE A: Proceed with the plan and go up to Daniel's apartment, pushing past her hesitations.]] [[CHOICE B: Listen to her instincts and decide to end the night there, opting for the safer choice of going home]]

Lauren felt her heart beat fast as Daniel pulled her close in the back of the cab. The moment felt suspended in time as Daniel leaned in, his lips meeting Lauren's and his hand cupping over Lauren's breast. Everything outside seemed to blur as they kissed. It was a long, deep kiss that really showed how strong their connection had become over the past three days of talking and getting to know each other. But the kiss ended as suddenly as it began, with Daniel pulling away. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice a mix of regret and sincerity. "I got carried away." Lauren, still caught in the whirlwind of the moment, looked at him, her breath catching in her throat. Daniel continued, "I'm really attracted to you, Lauren, but I meant no disrespect. It's just... I feel like we've known each other for so much longer than we have." His words hung between them, a tender confession that sought understanding and forgiveness. Lauren could see the truth in his eyes, that his actions were not meant to overstep but were instead a misstep borne of genuine emotion. Lauren gave him a small smile, one that said, "It's okay." The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts as the city lights danced by. Upon arriving at Daniel's place, Lauren stepped into a room that felt like a portal into Daniel's world. The cozy living room was adorned with eclectic decor that spoke of a person who cherished memories and moments. The walls were a gallery of landscapes and candid shots, and on a wooden coffee table lay a spread of photographs of Sri Lanka—vibrant marketplaces, lush greenery, and a quaint schoolhouse. "This is the school where I'll be teaching," Daniel explained, pointing to a photo of a modest building adorned with colorful drawings. "And this," he flipped to another, "is the dormitory. It'll be home for a while." Lauren explored the photos Daniel had shared, her fingers gliding over their smooth surfaces, each picture a window to a story yet to be told. "I've always been drawn to Asia," Daniel remarked, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of his upcoming journey. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." "It's really great that you are," Lauren replied. "You know, it's funny how often we say 'I've always wanted to...' but never actually do it," Daniel mused. "I understand, though. It's not easy. It took me years to finally take this step. But now that I am, I feel... I feel really good about it." Lauren paused, lost in thought. Daniel's words struck a chord. She thought of her own unfulfilled desires - owning a dog, learning salsa, visiting Rome. Was she too letting life pass by without pursuing these dreams? "Do you want something to drink?" Daniel asked, breaking the brief silence. "Sure," she started, but Daniel was already heading to the kitchen. Left alone, Lauren's eyes wandered Daniel's apartment. It was modest but welcoming, filled with a warmth that spoke of its occupant. Her gaze drifted to his bedroom door, slightly ajar. The bed inside was unmade, the comforter tossed aside. The image triggered a flash of memory from their cab ride, the closeness they'd shared. She found herself imagining what it might be like to be there, next to Daniel, lost in the comfort and intimacy of his embrace. "Here you go," Daniel said, returning with two mugs in hand. "What's this?" Lauren asked, her hand hesitating to take the offered mug. "Hot chocolate with a bit of Baileys," he replied with a mischievous wink that made him look endearingly cute. The aroma of the hot chocolate mixed with Baileys filled the air. Lauren eyed the steaming mug, then glanced at Daniel. She liked him, but a niggling caution tugged at her. The age-old warning about accepting drinks from someone you've just met lingered in her mind. Sure, they had been talking for three days, but that was just three days. Was everything she experienced just a well-crafted facade? What if the drink was spiked? Faced with this dilemma, Lauren had to decide. [[CHOICE A: Politely decline or just hold the mug, opting to stay on the safe side.]] [[CHOICE B: Trust Daniel and drink the hot chocolate, setting aside her doubts to enjoy the moment.]]

The hot chocolate was a sweet balm, rich and warming, its creamy texture laced with the subtle kick of Baileys. Lauren took a sip, a gesture of trust that seemed to light up the room with silent acknowledgment. They sat close on the sofa, the fabric of their jeans whispering as they shifted to face each other, knees touching. Daniel unfolded the story of his life, a narrative dominated by the relentless demands of his career. He worked in a company that specialized in designing and implementing Salesforce system integrations for clients. The market demand was high, which was good for business, but it meant his schedule was perpetually packed. "Work-life balance seems like a myth in our industry," Daniel remarked with a hint of resignation. "I remember this one Memorial Day weekend. My family and I had planned our annual fishing trip. We had a cabin booked, a two-night stay. It was a tradition. I was all set to leave early that Friday, had everything approved by my manager." He shook his head, a bitter tone edging his voice. "But then, just hours before I was due to leave, a last-minute client request came in. The whole team, myself included, was asked to stay back." "Even though you'd taken approved leave? And had plans?" Lauren asked, her eyebrows arching in disbelief. "Yep, that's how it was." "That's just...unfair," Lauren said, struggling to find the right words. "It's the culture there. The clients are always prioritized, even at the expense of the employees," Daniel explained, a hint of frustration in his voice. "So, did you end up going on the trip?" "No, I didn't go on the trip," Daniel replied with a mischievous chuckle, a hint of defiance in his posture. "But I didn't go quietly. I called my manager out, said he was a hypocrite, right in front of everyone." "Oh," Lauren responded, a mix of admiration and unease in her voice. "Yeah," Daniel continued with a smirk, "He wasn't too pleased, but it felt good to stand up for myself." Lauren nodded, offering a supportive "Good for you," despite the slight feeling of discomfort. Daniel gave a wistful smile, his gaze distant. "That weekend might have been the start, you know? When I began to question everything. All those little things just piled up, and I realized how unhappy I was..." Lauren listened, reflecting on her own life. Was she truly happy and fulfilled? Daniel's voice brought her back. "...I realized there's a deeper satisfaction in human connections, in doing something meaningful beyond just profits," he said, his eyes alight with the passion of his newfound purpose. Lauren, while stirring her drink, allowed herself to drift into Daniel's narrative, envisioning the lush landscapes of Sri Lanka, the smiles of eager students, and the rustic charm of a classroom that awaited him. The image of a different life, one filled with purpose and adventure, unfolded before her, as vivid as the photographs Daniel had shown her. The picture she imagined mirrored the one she now gazed at—a pathway lined with towering palm trees, leading to an unknown yet enticing destination. As Lauren listened to Daniel, she couldn't help but reflect on her own life's journey. She had followed a conventional path: good grades in high school, a decent college, and then a job as a saleswoman at a travel agency. But the travel industry was changing; nowadays, people preferred to book their trips online. She felt a sudden smallness in her role compared to Daniel's adventurous plans. Despite years of selling travel dreams, she had never ventured out herself. The idea of changing jobs had been on her mind, but now, a wilder thought surfaced. What if, instead of a new job, she joined Daniel in Sri Lanka? It was a crazy idea, and it would probably mean asking her parents for financial help, but it was tantalizing. Lost in thought, Lauren barely heard Daniel's voice, "What's on your mind? You seem distracted." [[CHOICE A: Ask Daniel if the school in Sri Lanka needed more volunteers, entertaining the wild idea taking root in her mind.]] [[CHOICE B: Decide to wrap up the night, yet feeling the pull of a journey not taken stirring in her heart]]

Lauren held the mug of hot chocolate, its warmth comforting against her palms. Daniel was enthusiastically describing the wildlife in Sri Lanka, talking about monkeys and elephants. Mid-sentence, he paused, noticing something amiss. “You’re not drinking,” he observed, his eyes focusing on Lauren. “I’m just really full from dinner,” Lauren replied, attempting to sound casual. Daniel encouraged her, “At least try it. It’s good. Don’t let it go cold.” Lauren lifted the mug to her lips, pretending to sip without actually drinking. Setting it down, she noticed Daniel watching her closely. “You didn’t drink,” he pointed out, his expression changing slightly. Lauren offered a sheepish smile. “Yeah, just really full right now,” she repeated, trying to keep the atmosphere light. The mood shifted as an awkward silence enveloped them. The earlier ease of their conversation felt like a distant memory. In an attempt to steer the conversation back, Lauren exclaimed, “So, elephants in Sri Lanka!” Daniel, however, wasn’t ready to move on. “Why didn’t you drink the hot chocolate?” he pressed, a hint of irritation in his voice. Lauren, caught off guard, began, “Daniel, I…” He interrupted her with a dry laugh. “What, you don’t trust me? You think I put something in your drink?” Lauren started to explain, but Daniel cut her off with a dismissive gesture. “No need to say anything more. I get it. I’m just really disappointed. I thought you were different, but it seems you're just like all those other women...” he said, his tone growing harsher. Lauren, taken aback, asked, "What do you mean?" Daniel, his frustration evident, said, "You act like you're so special, like every man can’t wait to get into your pants, like everyone is trying to trick you to take advantage of you." His tone was tinged with sarcasm, his gestures exaggerated. “Enough!” Lauren sat the mug heavily down on the coffee table, its content spilling over, soiling the Sri Lanka photos. "Shit!" Daniel exclaimed as he quickly reached for the Sri Lanka photos, trying to save them from the spreading stain of hot chocolate. Lauren stood up abruptly, “I’m leaving!” Daniel rolled his eyes. “Of course, you are,” he said dismissively, not looking up from the spilled drink. Lauren quickly made her way to the door, stepping outside and closing it with a definitive thud. It was only then she realized she was crying. The evening had revealed a side of Daniel she hadn't seen before, one that left her feeling shaken and upset. Good thing that he was going far, far away. As she descended the stairs and stepped out into the night air, the recent rain left the pavements glistening under the neon lights, creating a surreal backdrop to her turbulent emotions. Taking a deep breath, she began her walk home. The night had been an emotional roller coaster, proving that three days of chatting online wasn't enough to truly know someone. Lauren was relieved, despite the unpleasant end to the evening, that she had seen this side of Daniel now, rather than later. She wished to never see him again. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

Lauren's voice was barely above a whisper, laden with the weight of a heart teetering on the brink of a life-altering decision. "Do you think the school could use another volunteer?" Her question hung in the air, a fragile possibility that waited eagerly for affirmation. Daniel's eyes met hers, and within them, she saw the reflection of her own burgeoning desire for change. "Sure, they always need help," Daniel replied, curious. "Why do you ask?" Lauren's words tumbled out rapidly, mirroring the mix of excitement and nervousness inside her. "It might sound crazy, but I've been thinking... maybe I could come with you to Sri Lanka..." Daniel's face lit up. "That would be incredible!" His enthusiasm was infectious. "I'll send you everything – the details, how to apply, what we'll be doing. It would mean so much to have you there." His tone softened, "I really like you, Lauren." "Me too," she found herself saying, her earlier hesitations fading away. In just three days, their connection had grown surprisingly deep. The thought of spending six months in Sri Lanka with Daniel, truly getting to know one another, was both exhilarating and daunting. As she pictured the images Daniel had shared – the school, the joyful faces of the children, the lush Sri Lankan landscapes – a new vision of life began to form in her mind. It was a life filled with purpose, adventure, and meaningful connections, a stark contrast to the predictability of her current existence. The job she had—the one that had never felt quite like a calling, but more like a comfortable routine—suddenly seemed like a placeholder for something grander, something that ignited a spark within her. Was it enough to tread water, to pay bills, to live a life half-awake? Or was there more out there, a feast of experiences that she was meant to dive into? "You only live once," she whispered to herself, the phrase not just a cliché but a mantra, a spark that threatened to set her whole life ablaze with possibilities. The night had begun with simple expectations, a dinner, perhaps a gentle beginning to a new romance. Yet, here she was, contemplating a leap into a life where every day was a chance to learn, to grow, and to truly make a difference. "This is crazy," Lauren whispered, a smile playing on her lips despite the nervousness in her voice. [[Decide to ask for a loan from her parents. It wasn't ideal, the thought of leaning on them so heavily at her age, but perhaps they would understand the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity this presented.]]

The evening had taken a turn Lauren hadn't anticipated. She sat there, feeling the warmth from the mug of hot chocolate seeping into her hands, its aroma intertwining with the thrilling stories of Sri Lanka Daniel had shared. Sipping the drink, Lauren found herself wishing it were stronger. If only it were whiskey, not Baileys, in her hot chocolate. Perhaps then she'd find the boldness needed to dive into the unknown, to embrace life more fully. As time ticked on, the enchantment of the night drew to a soft close. She placed her half-finished mug down, a tinge of regret coloring her voice. "This has been wonderful, but I should head back," she said. Daniel's understanding response came with a hint of disappointment. He stood up, accompanying her to the door. At the threshold, a moment of tension hung in the air before Daniel leaned in for a gentle, lingering kiss. To Lauren, this felt like a closing, a sweet but final note to their shared evening. Their lives, she realized, were on divergent paths. Daniel's bravery in choosing a life-changing adventure contrasted sharply with her own choices. Stepping out into the cool night, Lauren was wrapped in the familiar sounds of the city. She paused, gazing at the stars scattered above the city's glow, contemplating the 'what ifs' and the different life that might have been. A sense of loss washed over her, the familiar pang of regret for the road not taken. She wondered if this path she declined would be one of those she'd look back on with regret. Taking a deep breath, Lauren started her walk home. The streets, still wet from an earlier rain, shimmered under the neon lights, painting her path in a spectrum of colors. This was her city, her life. She would continue on. The allure of an alternative path would always be there. The comfort of her choices came with a price, the poignant wonder of 'what if' that would remain, perhaps always, in the back of her mind. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

"How about we take a walk and get some ice cream?" Lauren proposed. "There's a great place nearby. Do you like ice cream?" "Sure." They left the restaurant and strolled down the street. The pavement, still damp from an earlier rain, shimmered under the neon lights. Lauren inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp night air. "I love this city," she murmured softly. "Me too," Daniel echoed. "You're brave, you know," Lauren said, glancing at him. "Leaving all this for Sri Lanka." "It's just something I've always wanted to do," Daniel replied. "Here we are!" Lauren stopped in front of the ice cream shop, her eyes sparkling. "They have the best salted caramel and honey lavender here." Daniel made a face. "Lavender ice cream? Sounds like it would taste like soap." "I promise it doesn’t!" Lauren laughed. "You should try it; it's really good." Daniel just shrugged, seemingly unsure. They stepped into the cozy shop, bathed in warm light. Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lauren noticed a familiar figure crossing the street with a little girl. It looked like Jack from the legal department at her work. Lauren didn’t know he had a daughter. The little girl appeared to be around five or six, cute in her puffy white jacket and piggy tails. "What can I get for you?" asked the worker, a young girl with her hair in a ponytail. Daniel surveyed the array of ice cream flavors, looking undecided. Lauren had a choice: [[CHOICE A: Stay quiet and let Daniel make up his own mind about what flavor to choose.]] [[CHOICE B: Encourage Daniel to try the salted caramel and honey lavender, confident he'd enjoy the unique flavor.]]

The cool night air enveloped Lauren as she and Daniel said their goodbyes, the excitement of potential adventures lingering in their final words. Lauren's steps echoed along the pavement, mirroring the flurry of thoughts racing through her mind about what the future might hold. "Dad!” Lauren burst out. "I'm going to Sri Lanka, with a friend!" She laid out her plan, the words spilling out in a torrent of hope and anxiety. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before her dad responded, his tone laced with concern. "Lauren, hold on a minute. Who is this guy?" "His name is Daniel. We met online…" "And you know him for how long?" her dad interrupted. "Three days," she replied cautiously, "But we've talked a lot. I feel like there's a real connection." "And you're saying he's going to Sri Lanka, and you want to go with him?” “As volunteers–” A long sigh. "Lauren, this is…” Lauren could imagine her dad pitching the bridge of his nose. “I don't even know whether to call you romantic or impulsive." "I need this, Dad. My job is a dead end, you know that..." “I thought you said you were going to look for another job.” “I was. But–” There was a long pause on the other side of the line. “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but your mom just got laid off–” “What?” “The economy, it’s a joke,” he said with a forced chuckle. “And you know how my job has been going. Real estate has been down in the drain since last year. I’m not making what I used to. I know this is not what you want to hear, and I don’t mean to dump all this on you, but I don’t think Mom and I could support you financially this time. It’s not like the old days anymore. You need to understand.” Lauren felt a flush of guilt, “I’m sorry, Dad. I shouldn’t have…” “It’s not just the money,” her dad continued. “This guy you just met, this sudden decision to go to Sri Lanka... it’s a lot to take in.” Lauren felt a moment of doubt, but then her mind drifted to Daniel – his gentle demeanor, the warmth in his eyes, and the fleeting closeness they shared in the cab. The allure of Sri Lanka, as he had painted it with his words and photos, tugged at her heart. The pull towards this new adventure, this chance to step into a world so different from her own, was strong and compelling. It was a feeling she found hard to articulate, a desire for something beyond the familiar, something that promised a new beginning. This could be a life-changing opportunity, and she wanted to seize it. “I understand your concerns, Dad,” she said quietly. “But I need to do this. Don’t worry, okay?” Her dad sighed, the sound carrying years of care and worry. “Just remember, your mom and I are here for you, no matter what.” “I know, and I love you both.” Lauren hung up, feeling a mixture of determination and apprehension. She needed to figure out a way to finance the trip herself. A loan, selling her car – she'd find a way. Staring out her window at the familiar cityscape, she pondered the impending goodbye. The thought of spending six months with Daniel in a new world brought a smile to her face. Yes, there was uncertainty, and yes, she might wonder about this path in the future. But the fear of regretting not going was far greater. Life, Lauren realized as she gazed at the stars, was about embracing possibilities, after all. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lauren replied, offering Daniel a quick, reassuring smile. Daniel keyed in the code and pushed open the building's door. Inside, their footsteps echoed as they ascended the stairs, with sensor lights flickering on at each level. Reaching the fourth floor, Daniel stopped in front of a door marked “401A”. It was a simple black wooden door. He unlocked it, reached inside to flick on the lights, and ushered Lauren into his world. The apartment was warmly lit, revealing a living room rich with personal touches. Eclectic decorations and photographs lined the walls, and a collection of images from Sri Lanka adorned the coffee table, showcasing vibrant marketplaces, lush landscapes, and the quaint schoolhouse he'd soon be teaching at. "This is the school where I'll be teaching," Daniel explained, pointing to a photo of a modest building adorned with colorful drawings. "And this," he flipped to another, "is the dormitory. It'll be home for a while." Lauren explored the photos Daniel had shared, her fingers gliding over their smooth surfaces, each picture a window to a story yet to be told. "I've always been drawn to Asia," Daniel remarked, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of his upcoming journey. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." "It's really great that you are," Lauren replied. "You know, it's funny how often we say 'I've always wanted to...' but never actually do it," Daniel mused. "I understand, though. It's not easy. It took me years to finally take this step. But now that I am, I feel... I feel really good about it." Lauren paused, lost in thought. Daniel's words struck a chord. She thought of her own unfulfilled desires - owning a dog, learning salsa, visiting Rome. Was she too letting life pass by without pursuing these dreams? "Do you want something to drink?" Daniel asked, breaking the brief silence. "Sure," she started, but Daniel was already heading to the kitchen. Left alone, Lauren's eyes wandered Daniel's apartment. It was modest but welcoming, filled with a warmth that spoke of its occupant. Her gaze drifted to his bedroom door, slightly ajar. The bed inside was unmade, the comforter tossed aside. The image triggered a flash of memory from their cab ride. "Here you go," Daniel said, returning with two mugs in hand. "What's this?" Lauren asked, her hand hesitating to take the offered mug. "Hot chocolate with a bit of Baileys," he replied with a mischievous wink that made him look endearingly cute. The aroma of the hot chocolate mixed with Baileys filled the air. Lauren eyed the steaming mug, then glanced at Daniel. She liked him, but a niggling caution tugged at her. The age-old warning about accepting drinks from someone you've just met lingered in her mind. Sure, they had been talking for three days, but that was just three days. Was everything she experienced just a well-crafted facade? What if the drink was spiked? Faced with this dilemma, Lauren had to decide. [[CHOICE A: Politely decline or just hold the mug, opting to stay on the safe side.]] [[CHOICE B: Trust Daniel and drink the hot chocolate, setting aside her doubts to enjoy the moment.]]

"I'm..." Lauren hesitated, scrambling for an excuse. "I don't feel so good." "Really? Are you okay?" Daniel asked, concern evident in his voice. Lauren averted her gaze, "It might be the mussels. Maybe they weren't very fresh." Daniel offered, "You can rest at my place if you need to. I mean, on the sofa. Just to relax a bit." "No, I should head home," Lauren replied, shaking her head. "You sure?" She nodded affirmatively. A look of disappointment crossed Daniel's face. "Okay, then," he said slowly. "Do you want me to call an Uber for you? I can wait with you, or you can wait in my apartment. It’s really up to you. And I'm sorry about earlier in the cab...I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable." Lauren quickly gestured to cut him off, not wanting to revisit the awkwardness of their earlier interaction. "Uber?" Daniel asked, his phone in hand, looking at her for confirmation. Lauren hesitated for a moment. "No, I'll take the metro," she said, pointing to the station across the street. "My apartment's just a short walk from the red line." "Alright," Daniel conceded. "Just text me when you get home, okay?" Lauren nodded and turned away, a swirl of unease settling within her. She realized she barely knew Daniel, and tonight had peeled back layers she wasn't comfortable with. With a brisk wave, she crossed the street. [[Head toward the stairs that led down to the subway station.]]

Lauren descended into the subway, her mind still swirling with the night's events. She waited on the platform, feeling a mix of relief and unease as she tried to process her interactions with Daniel. When her train arrived, she boarded and found a seat, her thoughts a jumbled tapestry of what had transpired. As the train rattled along, stopping at various stations, Lauren's attention was lost in her reflections. As the train glided to a stop at one of the stations, Lauren, still absorbed in her thoughts, barely noticed the slowing of the carriage. The doors slid open, and the platform outside was sparsely populated, the hour too late for the usual throng of commuters. Suddenly, a swift, startling movement jolted her from her reverie. A hooded figure, taking advantage of the near-empty train, lunged towards her. Before she could react, they had grabbed her purse with a swift tug, breaking her grasp on it. “Hey!” Lauren’s shout echoed through the almost empty carriage as she sprang to her feet. Her mind raced as she tried to grasp what was happening. The thief, with a swift motion, was already darting through the open train door onto the platform. Lauren rushed to the door, her eyes scanning the platform as the thief was running up the platform stairs. But it was too late. The doors closed with an unfeeling thud. The train resumed its journey as if nothing had happened. Lauren stood there, heart pounding, the reality of the theft settling in like a heavy stone. Her purse, with all her essentials, was gone, snatched away in a fleeting moment of chaos. Feeling a mix of shock and anger, Lauren got off at the next station. She immediately approached the security personnel, explaining what had happened. They were quick to call the police, and Lauren found herself recounting the incident in detail, filling out a police report. The whole process was draining, adding another layer of exhaustion to her already weary state. By the time she finally reached home, hours later than she had planned, she was utterly spent. A small sense of gratitude washed over her as she entered her apartment using the electronic passcode lock. If she had been relying on a physical key, she would have been locked out. Exhausted, Lauren fell onto her bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes. As she lay there, her mind replayed the evening's events. She found herself wondering what might have happened if she had chosen to go up to Daniel's apartment. In that alternate scenario, she mused, she likely would still have her purse. She closed her eyes, her thoughts still racing, but fatigue quickly overtook her. "Tomorrow will be another day," she murmured to herself, surrendering to sleep's embrace as she drifted off. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

“Um,” Lauren hesitated, her mind reeling from Daniel's unexpected invitation to his place. Just moments before, he had seemed distant, and now this sudden change? She had a hunch about his intentions. "I don’t think that’s a good idea," she finally said. Daniel's response was casual, almost indifferent. "Okay." Despite the awkwardness, Lauren, still hopeful about the connection they had formed over the past few days, suggested, "Maybe ice cream? There’s a great place nearby." “Sure.” They paid their bill and stepped out of the restaurant into the evening.The recent rain had left the pavement shimmering under the glow of the city's neon lights. Seeking to ease the growing tension, Lauren ventured, "What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?" Daniel's response was slow and terse. His mouth formed a thin line before he eventually said, "I don’t really have one." Lauren felt a pang of disappointment. She had hoped for a connection with Daniel, but now she was seeing a different side to him. His moodiness was becoming more apparent. As they neared the shop, a familiar voice called out to Lauren. "Hey, Lauren! What are you doing here?" Lauren's face lit up. "Oh, hi, Jack!" Jack was a colleague from the legal department at Lauren’s work. He had always struck her as both amiable and sharp-minded. With his neatly styled brown hair and clear blue eyes, Jack carried a certain polished charm. Beside him stood a little girl, bundled up in a puffy white jacket, her hair styled in playful piggy tails. "This is Kathy," Jack introduced, gesturing to his daughter with a warm smile. "She's my little one." “Oh, I didn’t realize you had a daughter,” Lauren said. She crouched down to Kathy’s level, placing her hands on her knees to be at eye level with the little girl. “Hi Kathy, how are you?” Jack added, “Her mother and I are divorced.” His statement, though unnecessary, seemed like a subtle disclosure to Lauren. “Daddy said I can have ice cream!” Kathy beamed with excitement. “You like ice cream, huh?” Lauren smiled. “YES!” Kathy’s enthusiasm was infectious. “But I can’t decide my favorite flavor.” While Kathy pondered her ice cream dilemma, Jack turned his attention to Daniel. “And this is…?” “Daniel,” he replied tersely. Lauren noticed Daniel’s demeanor – slightly cocky, somewhat cold. She wondered if he was still upset about their earlier conversation regarding the loan. It seemed an overreaction to her. “He’s a friend,” Lauren quickly said, feeling a twinge of discomfort having Daniel there, especially given his current attitude. “Oh,” Jack’s smile widened, a hint of something more behind it as he looked at Lauren. She couldn’t help but notice a certain warmth in his gaze. Kathy, growing impatient, tugged at her father’s arm. “Ice cream!” Jack looked back at Lauren and Daniel. “How about it? Ice cream on me,” he offered generously. Daniel’s response came with a smirk. “I can pay for my own, thanks.” Lauren, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration at Daniel’s behavior, had a choice to make: [[CHOICE A: Apologize for Daniel’s behavior, trying to smooth over the awkwardness.]] [[CHOICE B: Say nothing and simply enter the shop with the group, hoping to move past the uncomfortable moment.]]

Lauren, with genuine enthusiasm, recommended, "You should really try the salted caramel and honey lavender. It's pretty unique." Daniel's reaction, however, was far from what she expected. "Oh God, not this again," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I already told you I don’t want that flavor!" His voice was sharp, filled with irritation. Lauren, taken aback, blinked in surprise. "I was just making a suggestion," she said, her voice tinged with confusion and hurt. "Yeah, right," Daniel retorted sarcastically. "What’s that supposed to mean?" Lauren asked, her patience wearing thin. The ice cream shop worker looked on awkwardly, still holding her scoop and unsure of what to do next. Daniel scoffed, "So you lend me some money, and now you think you get to make decisions for me?" Lauren was astounded. "That’s not at all what I meant, Daniel. I don't know why you're reacting like this." "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not your puppet," Daniel said, his voice rising with each word. "I was just suggesting an ice cream flavor," Lauren said, trying to keep her voice calm. "I thought you were different," Daniel said bitterly. "I guess I was wrong." At this point, Lauren knew it was best to remove herself from the situation. [[Decide that leaving the ice cream shop was the best course of action given Daniel's unexpected and unsettling behavior.]]

Lauren watched as Daniel finally settled on chocolate and vanilla, the classic flavors. They settled into a cozy corner of the ice cream shop, the warm orange light from a wooden pendant above casting a comforting glow over them. “Pricey ice cream,” Daniel commented. “It’s really good though.” Daniel looked down at his cup. "Chocolate and vanilla were my sister Sara's favorites," he said quietly. "I didn't know you had a sister. How old is she?" Daniel glanced up, "She passed away when she was seventeen. It's been…gosh, eight years now." "I'm so sorry. What happened?" Lauren asked gently. "Car accident.” Daniel looked away. “Rainy night, teenagers partying too hard. They shouldn’t have been driving…" Lauren could sense the depth of his loss in his voice. "It's actually Sara's death that made me realize…” Daniel's voice trailed off into a long pause. He then raised his eyes to meet Lauren's, a deep intensity in his gaze. “...the importance of living life fully," he said. "You have to live the life you want while you can. That's why I'm going to Sri Lanka." “I understand.” "You do?" Daniel chuckled. "Many people don’t. Most people don’t." Daniel’s words stirred something in her. Her mind wandered to her own life, the dreams she had been deferring. "I don’t know…" she whispered, half to herself. Outside, the rain began again, its rhythm against the windows creating a sense of seclusion in their small corner of the world. "We'll stay in touch, right?" she asked. "Of course," Daniel replied, pausing before gently taking her hand. "Send me pictures from Sri Lanka," she said, not pulling away. "I will," he promised. As they sat there, Lauren's thoughts lingered on her life's possibilities. She made a silent promise to herself. Tomorrow, she would call the dance studio and sign up for those salsa classes she had always wanted to take. Maybe she would even consider taking a break from her job to explore what she truly wanted in life. Sri Lanka… Such a faraway world. She would keep in contact with Daniel. His journey to Sri Lanka might just be the catalyst she needed, providing her with the inspiration to pursue her own dreams and desires… You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

Lauren left the ice cream shop alone, her steps heavy with a mix of embarrassment, hurt, and frustration. The chill of the night air did little to soothe the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. As she walked, the vibrant city lights seemed dimmer, less inviting than before. Later that night, as she lay in bed, the events of the evening replayed in her mind, refusing to be dismissed. She thought about the brief time she had known Daniel. Just three days, she realized, was hardly enough to truly understand someone. The Daniel she had met online, who had seemed so charming and intriguing, now cast a very different shadow in her thoughts. Regret gnawed at her as she recalled lending him five hundred dollars. His abrupt mood swing earlier that evening, coupled with her own financial tightness, made her doubt whether she would ever see that money again. She berated herself for having been too trusting too soon. The night's experience was a stark reminder of the complexities of people and the unexpected turns relationships can take. Lauren resolved to approach future relationships with more caution, having learned a hard lesson about the importance of taking time to truly know someone. The sting of the evening's revelations lingered as she drifted into a restless sleep, the city's distant hum a faint echo in the background of her thoughts. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

"Sorry," Lauren said softly to Jack. "It's been a long evening." "Sorry for what?" Daniel reacted sharply, his voice rising. "Are you apologizing for me?" At his tone, Kathy's expression changed to one of discomfort, her lips pressing together as if she were on the verge of tears. Faced with this situation, Lauren had a decision to make: [[CHOICE A: Confront Daniel about his behavior, calling him out for being a jerk.]] [[CHOICE B: Focus on comforting Kathy, choosing to ignore Daniel's outburst for the moment.]]

Opting to avoid escalating the situation further, Lauren chose not to respond to Daniel's sarcastic comment. Instead, she quietly followed Jack and Kathy into the ice cream shop. The cozy interior, with its array of colorful flavors displayed behind the glass counter, offered a welcome respite from the tension outside. "What do you want, Lauren?" Jack asked. "I already know my picks," he said with a smile. "Salted caramel and honey lavender. They’re my go-to flavors here." "Those are my favorites too!" Lauren exclaimed in surprise. "Ice cream is my guilty pleasure." Jack chuckled, scratching his head. "I can relate to that." Kathy, bubbling with excitement, listed her own favorites. "I like peanut butter! And raspberry! And coffee!" she announced proudly. "You can’t have coffee, little one," Jack laughed lovingly at his daughter. He then turned to Lauren, "Every morning I have coffee, and lately, Kathy’s been curious about it, always wanting to taste it." Lauren shared in their light-hearted moment with a giggle. Meanwhile, Daniel let out a cry, "Five ninety-five for a single scoop? That's outrageous!" The ice cream shop worker offered a polite, albeit slightly uncomfortable, smile. "It’s really good. We use the best ingredients…" Jack, in a subtle gesture of generosity, asked Daniel, "What will you have?" "Just chocolate," Daniel muttered, not refusing the offer this time. Jack placed the orders for everyone and headed to the cashier to pay. Lauren noticed Daniel's gaze lingering on Jack, taking in his polished appearance, his dark green Polo Ralph Lauren sweater contrasting sharply with the silver watch on his wrist. As Jack returned from the cashier, Daniel stepped forward, his demeanor shifting. "Hey man, thanks for the ice cream," he said, attempting a friendly tone. "No problem." “You and Lauren, how do you guys know each other?” “We work together,” Jack replied. “Different departments.” "What do you do?" Daniel asked. "I'm an attorney." Impressed, Daniel responded, "Oh, cool." He paused before adding, "I'm a software developer. Well, was. I just quit." "Really? Why's that?" Jack asked. Lauren watched anxiously, sensing the direction this conversation was taking. "I’m going to Sri Lanka to volunteer." Jack's reaction was one of genuine admiration. "That's impressive. Takes a lot of courage." "Yeah, it's a big step." He hesitated briefly. "So, I was wondering if you might be willing to..." Lauren's heart sank as she realized what Daniel was about to ask. Surely he wouldn't ask Jack for money? "...contribute to my Sri Lanka project? Any help would be great." Jack looked puzzled. "A donation? Are you running some kind of charity?" "Please don't," Lauren interjected firmly, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. She wished she could disappear. Daniel's reaction was immediate and loud. "Don't what?" Lauren faced Jack with a look of sincere embarrassment. "Please don't," she urged, her voice low. "I met him online just three days ago. Today's the first time we've met in person. He asked me for money as well." "Wait wait, what are you trying to suggest? That I'm scamming you guys?" "Daniel, I mean..." "What are you trying to say?" Daniel took a step closer. Jack stepped in, positioning himself protectively in front of Lauren. Kathy, witnessing the confrontation, looked on the verge of tears. "Hey man–" "I think we are done here," Jack said decisively. Daniel glared at both of them for a tense moment. "Screw you guys," he muttered. "Screw you guys!" he said again. Then, with a swift motion, he turned and stormed out of the shop. A sense of relief washed over Lauren. It was a disastrous first date, most certainly, but at least she had seen Daniel's true nature early on. For that, she was lucky. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

"Why are you acting like this, Daniel?" Lauren's patience finally wore thin, her voice rising in frustration. "I haven't done anything to provoke you. Are you just looking for an argument?" "Acting like what? What have I done now?" Daniel retorted, his voice laced with defensiveness. At the rising voices, Kathy's tears began to flow, the tension proving too much for her. The ice cream store worker cast a worried glance at the unfolding scene, uncertain of how to intervene. Daniel, smirking, shook his head at Lauren. "I thought you were different. After all our talks, I thought you got me." Lauren felt a pang of sadness. "I thought the same," she admitted quietly. Jack, seeing his daughter upset, scooped her into his arms. “It’s alright, Kathy…” he whispered, holding her close, as he stroked her back. Daniel, undeterred, turned to Lauren and pointed a finger at her, “You know what your problem is, Lauren…” Kathy, her attention caught between the arguing adults, cried harder. Jack gave Lauren a resigned look. "We're going to head out. Take care, Lauren." Embarrassed, Lauren could only nod as Jack left the shop with Kathy. Left alone with Daniel, she heard a hint of smugness in his voice. "So, what now?" Lauren felt a deep realization hit her. "I don't know you at all," she whispered, the truth of the statement heavy in her heart. "Do you guys...?" the ice cream shop worker asked tentatively. "I should leave," Lauren said. "Goodbye, Daniel. Good luck with everything." She didn't wait for his response. Head bowed, Lauren stepped out of the shop. You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.

"Oh, Kathy," Lauren said softly. She knelt down next to the little girl, ignoring Daniel's presence. Kathy wrapped her arms around Lauren’s neck. Jack, crouching beside them, gave Lauren a look of gratitude. In a gentle tone, he reassured his daughter, "Kathy, it's okay. There’s no fight, see? Everything is fine." Lauren gently patted Kathy's back. The child's sobs began to subside. Lauren and Jack exchanged a smile. Daniel, standing apart from the tender scene, made a biting remark, "What a happy family." Lauren sent him a sharp look, her eyes silently pleading with him to stop. "Well, clearly I'm not wanted here." “Daniel…” "People like you,” Daniel pointed accusingly at Lauren and Jack, “putting on a show…I can't stand it. Can't wait to get away from all this…Glad that I’m going to Sri Lanka!" With those final words, he stormed out of the shop, leaving Lauren and Jack in a moment of shared disbelief. “Oh well,” Jack shrugged off the unpleasantness and turned his attention back to Kathy. "Who's ready for some ice cream?" he asked cheerfully. "Me!" Kathy's spirits lifted, and she smiled again. "Me too!" Lauren chimed in, grateful for the change in atmosphere. Jack approached the counter and looked back at Lauren. "What are you having? I’m going for the salted caramel and honey lavender. They’re my favorites…" You've reached the end of this path. However, if you haven't already, we encourage you to explore the other paths of the story. Make different choices this time... ...because you don't know what you don't know.