Oh, a VR grand courtyard? Picture this: the knight’s sword glinting, the lady’s gown swirling, and the whole scene’s tension built like a slow‑motion tango—except the dance steps are medieval footwork. I’d have them pause, eyes locked, then improv a little shimmy of their hands, like a secret signal that says “I’ll love you, even if it’s against all etiquette.” But honestly, sometimes I just dream of a runway‑like confession right in an airport terminal—people watching, a heart‑beat that’s off the runway, and my love confession in a bright, neon sign that says “I love you.” One thing’s sure, I’ve never finished a coffee because I’m always distracted by a new scene or a chance to practice a dance montage. And yes, I keep losing my phone—because I’m busy rehearsing the next romantic cue.