She had successfully captured another side of Lucas Walker, as he stared at a distant King Arthur, his gaze soft and a smile touching his lips.
Furthermore, she even had a close-up of his face while he was fast asleep.
His long lashes curled delicately, and his face, still only half visible in the shot, exuded an angelic tranquility.
"Is this...me?"
Lucas asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Of course," Ivana replied, while nodding her head, "and there's another one!"
He moved his fingers, put away the close-up photo, looked at himself in the picture, and was stunned.
Among all his pictures, there was only one of him laughing, not a smile, but a radiant, full-blown laughter.
His face was bathed in the midday sun of the Tropical Zone, a hint of perspiration on his forehead making him look especially sunny, and quite like a big kid.
