Daniel and Marie sat in a cosy corner of the living room, a warm ambience surrounding them. Mecil, Marie's mother, had left them for a moment to attend to some preparations, giving them a chance to connect.
Daniel's eyes, filled with genuine interest and kindness, rested on Marie.
He smiled warmly, breaking the ice with a question, "Are you the little brave girl that's known as Marie?"
Marie's curiosity sparked as she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his.
His friendly demeanour put her at ease, and she sensed sincerity in his words.
Her lips curled into a small smile, a mix of shyness and excitement dancing in her eyes.
"That's me," Marie replied, her voice soft yet brimming with a hint of pride.
The title of a brave girl felt like a badge of honour, a recognition of her resilience in the face of challenges.
Daniel's smile deepened, his eyes shining with admiration.