The afternoon sun bathed the entire area in its warm, golden rays. The light streamed through the fluttering leaves and branches of the tree, casting dappled shadows on the wooden table.
Regina and Hazel sat across from one another, slicing fruits into neat cubes before blending them into juice. Crisp, sweet watermelon was in one big bowl, while the grapes and apples were in another.
The air was already sweet from the blooming flowers, and then the fragrance of the fruits turned it even sweeter.
"Haaa!"
A loud yawn rang from across the yard. Hazel and Regina looked up from the chopping boards, shifting their eyes to where the noise came from.
Felix reappeared. He had changed out of his loose tank top and shorts, now in a round-necked T-shirt and three-quarter khaki pants. His bird nest's hair had been smoothened, albeit only slightly.
