It’s the last Thursday of winter… a time for dangerous hints.

Thursday already feels like spring. It carries a sense of freedom.
Tell me, do you feel that subtle tension before something changes?

The last Thursday of winter is the perfect excuse to say something risky.
Not loudly. Not recklessly.
Just enough to make the air warmer between us.

If I hinted at meeting today…
would you treat it like a joke —
or like an invitation?

Sometimes, it’s on a Thursday
that a story quietly begins —
and continues long after the week is over.