His eyes widened when he saw her—a strikingly beautiful witch walked in the morning sunlight. Her deep red eyes held no particular emotion, framed by long lashes that added to her mysterious allure. She was tall, her posture straight and confident, and even though her face was sweaty from exercise, the light sheen on her skin glistened under the sun, giving her an unintentional, almost sensual charm.
Her hand moved to wipe her face with the back of her hand, while her other hand held a small purple flower. The simplicity of her actions somehow made her seem even more captivating.
"Good morning, Miss Ruby!" Max chirped, his hazel eyes lighting up as he smiled at her cutely.
Ruby turned to him and gave a small smile in return. "Good morning," she replied softly, her voice calm and polite.