After their meal, Simione and Saico strolled down the beach, the remnants of daylight painting a soft, golden hue over the waves. The sun was retiring, leaving behind a canvas of dusky blues and shimmering stars. The cool breeze of the water whispered against their skin, carrying with it the promise of evening.
As they walked, the beach—once bathed in daylight—now took on a serene, almost magical quality under the evening sky. The soft glow of twilight wrapped around them, making the moment feel intimate and timeless.
Saico, sensing the chill in the air, turned to Simione with a warm smile. "It's getting a bit cool out here," he said, his voice gentle and considerate. Without waiting for a reply, he removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin as he adjusted it, sending a soothing warmth through her.
