Tina's POV
From the periphery of my vision, I noticed a man standing in quiet contemplation under the generous shade of the mango tree. His face, sculpted with lines of gravitas, reflected a lifetime of unspoken mystery. His eyes, deep and piercing, tracked the graceful, mesmerizing movements of Saintilia as she gently fanned away the smoke swirling around her nascent fire. What quality did this child possess that was so alluring to this man, a figure old enough to be her father?
As he continued his scrutiny, clearly unaware that I was observing him in return, his facial expression revealed a mixture of cold admiration and sharp curiosity. He seemed genuinely marveled at her innate ability to coax life and warmth from the simplest of elements. It was not an uncommon sight, However Sainti
