The morning sun shone softly over the coastal town, turning the waves a pale gold and the streets a warm shade of tan. The air smelled of salt and fresh bread from the small bakery down the lane. It was a quiet morning, but today felt different—lighter, more peaceful.
Arielle stepped out of her small studio, holding a basket of freshly baked pastries for the children. She glanced at Kairo, who followed closely behind, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his linen pants. There was a small, almost shy smile on his face.
“So… today,” Arielle said softly, adjusting the strap of her bag. “Do you think people will notice?”
Kairo’s eyes scanned the quiet streets, the familiar shops, the small clusters of people beginning their day. “They already know,” he said simply. “And they’re ha
