Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.
At six-thirty in the evening, right in the middle of rush hour, traffic flowed endlessly through the international metropolis. Sharp car horns echoed above the streets, and vehicles moved along the congested roads like droplets merging into a river.
Peter rode his newly purchased electric scooter, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses as he waited at a red light at an intersection. The young Spider-Man seemed to have been on a streak lately. Since taking those photos of Senator Kelly, he had also obtained crucial evidence from his old classmate Sean about Worthington's illegal human experiments. This allowed the Daily Bugle to keep publishing eye-catching exposés, and even his harsh, stingy boss James had rarely offered him praise.
James had even said that if Peter could keep it up, he would soon become a full-time employee at the Daily Bugle. The tabloid just happened to be short a chief photographer.
For financially strapped Peter, that promise was like a shot in the arm. Every day, he encouraged himself, hoping to secure that permanent position and no longer have to rely on meager wages to pay his rent and living expenses.
Lowering his head to breathe in the fragrance of the roses, Peter smiled contentedly. They were a surprise for Mary Jane, who would be making her first-ever stage appearance at a small theater that day.
Never good at creating a romantic atmosphere, Peter had taken Gwen's advice and booked a Michelin three-star French restaurant in advance. He was preparing for a wonderful candlelit dinner, hoping to win the delight and cheers of the goddess of his dreams.
As he indulged in his fantasies, Peter noticed his beloved little scooter suddenly begin to shake. As though pulled by an invisible force, it broke free of