As Julius sat beside the campfire, enjoying both his meal and the sight of Rosalina eating with complete dedication, a thought suddenly entered his mind.
It wasn't an important thought. It wasn't a profound realization that would change the course of history.
In fact, it was the sort of thought that only appeared when a person's stomach was full and their brain had nothing better to do.
"Hey, Rose."
Rosalina paused midway through tearing off another piece of chicken and looked at him. Her brows lowered slightly. It was a look Julius had become very familiar with over the past few months.
What?
The question was never spoken aloud, yet somehow it always appeared on her face.
"Wanna hear a poem?"
An eager grin spread across Julius's face.
Rosalina looked at him suspiciously before taking another bite. She was currently working through what she considered the best section of the chicken and clearly had no intention of abandoning it.
