The lake's surface shimmered faintly under the setting sun, the water rippling each time a stone skipped across it. A soft breeze carried the scent of wet grass and the quiet rustle of reeds, brushing against Luca's coat as he walked closer. His steps slowed when he noticed the familiar figure—violet hair catching the light like strands of dusk—kneeling by the shore, tossing stones into the water as though each one carried away a piece of her boredom.
He approached, his voice careful yet warm. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
The woman's hand froze mid-throw. She flinched slightly at his voice, then turned her head away, her hair falling like a curtain to shield her expression. "Hmph. Don't talk to me."
Luca blinked, a bit thrown off. His brows furrowed as he leaned down slightly, trying to catch her gaze. "Come on. If you don't tell me, how can we resolve it?"
