The sun was high, pouring its golden warmth through the hospital garden where only a few children played and laughed among the flowers. The rest of the place was quiet, peaceful, wrapped in soft afternoon stillness.
Alina sat on the wooden bench beside Dante, feeling awkward without knowing why. Every time she glanced at him, her heart gave a tiny flutter. The sunlight fell across his face, lighting his sharp features, making his disguise's green eyes appear even brighter like polished glass touched by gold. His skin looked flawless, almost too perfect, and his calm composure made her even more aware of herself.
He broke the silence first. "So, Miss Alina… did you ever have a boyfriend in the past?"
Alina's eyes widened. "Huh? What kind of question is that?" she blurted before quickly lowering her gaze, her cheeks warming.
Dante's lips curved faintly. "Just curious," he said, studying her expression carefully.
