After her first catch, Serah had become far more immersed in fishing than she had been earlier that morning. The thrill of feeling the line tug, the splash of silver beneath the ripples—it sparked something childlike in her. And by some stroke of pure luck, it seemed fate itself was on her side. Fish after fish bit her bait, and before long, her bucket was nearly overflowing. Billy had been watching her with that proud, fatherly smirk, half impressed, half amused at how quickly she'd turned into a fishing prodigy.
By the time the sun reached its zenith, both of them had caught more than enough, though Serah—still burning with excitement—was reluctant to stop. "Just one more," she kept saying, eyes gleaming with determination as she threw the line again. But after several failed attempts and the loud grumble from her stomach, she finally sighed in defeat, deciding that perhaps her miraculous streak had run its course.
