-Raya-
By the time we finished eating, the sun had shifted just enough to cast dappled patterns through the leaves above us. I crumpled the wrappers and tucked them neatly back into the lunch bag, brushing a few crumbs off my shorts while Alec sat with one leg stretched and the other bent, forearm resting lazily on his knee.
The breeze was gentler now, soft against my skin, and for once, the field didn’t smell like sweat and rubber—it smelled like warm earth and grass and something else I couldn’t name.
“You okay?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
I blinked. “Yeah. Just… full.”
He gave a quiet hum of agreement. “That was good.”
“You sound surprised.”
He tilted his head slightly, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t expect a side of sliced apples.”
“I’m thorough,”
