Beneath the iron tower, the two individuals locked eyes.
For a moment, neither spoke, and the quiet lingered.
In the distance, as the morning mist on the surface of the Selina River began to dissipate, the rising sun cast myriad golden rays that danced atop the sparkling water, and a few elegant white swans glided by, leaving a trail of ripples.
Talia looked at Lanci, who had remained silent, and she cleared her throat.
"Lanci, I've thought it over carefully. Since we met, you've been helping me. A lot has happened between us, and gradually, we've become friends. We've grown increasingly familiar with each other, to the point where we can be considered uniquely close confidants,"
Talia said this earnestly and with a touch of vexation, looking quite the cool beauty.
"To thank you for all the help you've given me, and seeing that you seem a bit down today, I think it's necessary to take you out for some proper fun, to let you experience my care."