Ezra walked with one hand tucked casually in his pocket, the other occupied with a cream puff he was lazily biting into. Beside him, Elena tapped quickly on her phone, her attention fixed on booking tickets.
"It's for the Skyveil Observatory," she said without looking up.
Ezra took another bite of his cream puff, unfazed by the sudden snow that drifted down from the gray sky. Flakes settled on his sliver hair, melting into tiny beads of water that gave him a sharper, almost untamed look. He didn't notice, but Elena did. For a moment, she just stared—an unbidden thought crossing her mind: he's… really good-looking.
Ezra finally turned toward her, his voice casual, almost teasing.
"Skyveil, huh? I've heard about it. Supposed to be a pretty famous spot up north."
Elena's lips curved into a soft smile as she answered, her eyes warming with anticipation.
"Mm. Let's go. The sunset view from there is… breathtaking."
