Leandro looked at her outstretched hand, his dark eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out and held it.
It was around six in the evening, with the setting sun casting a golden glow over the beach, making it look like it was sprinkled with golden fragments. It was absolutely beautiful.
In the far distance of the horizon, the sun resembled a huge yolk, slowly sinking down.
The sky gradually darkened, and there were fewer and fewer people playing by the seaside. The remaining ones were mostly couples, like them, holding hands and walking by the beach.
Charlotte was walking when suddenly she stopped.
Leandro wondered what was wrong with her. "Not feeling well?"
She shook her head and looked at him, "I wanted to take off my shoes and step on the sand."
Her favorite activity with Eliza
