Kairo and Arielle, wasn't it a hurry, as they let themselves go with the flow. They shared their meals with little to no conversations, but it feels peaceful to both of them. At the art studio , they've consistently brush their hands while setting up the children’s projects, shoulders brushing as they reached for the same paint, and quiet conversations where neither felt the need to hide anything.
Arielle felt a sense of ease, the absence of constant calculation. She noticed how naturally he fitted into her rhythm, how he adjusted to her pace without demanding more than she was willing to give. She could see the change in him too. How he had become softer without losing himself, more attentive without hovering.
One morning, the studio was unusually quiet. The children were at school, lea
