"Van, there's a smudge on your lips."
Revaldo leaned back casually on the park bench, letting the gentle afternoon breeze dance through his hair. He watched Vania chuckle softly as she sipped her coffee from a paper cup. The air between them felt light, familiar, as if the darkness of the past had been swept away with the wind.
Vania blushed when Revaldo handed her a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. The touch was brief, but enough to send warmth rushing to her cheeks.
"You’re still as thoughtful as you used to be," Vania murmured.
Revaldo simply smiled, his eyes fixed on the woman he had admired for so long. To him, Vania’s return to his life felt like a second chance—one he didn’t intend to waste.
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes burned with fury from behind a larg
