Morning of the Seventh Day_
Naomi awoke to the aroma of coffee that Adel was preparing near the balcony.
He wore a simple white shirt, his hair still damp from his shower, the sunlight caressing his shoulders.
She stepped closer quietly, a warm smile on her lips:
"You woke up early today."
He turned to her, handing her the cup:
"Because I don’t want a single moment to pass without enjoying it… especially with you by my side."
She stood next to him, gazing at the endless sea, feeling a gentle calm spread through her body, and wrapped her hand around his waist.
A hotel attendant knocked on the door. Adel called out, “Come in.” The attendant entered, wheeling in the breakfast tray, placed it before them, and left silently. Adel said, “Thank you.”
He looked at her and said, “Come, le
