As Blake approached the beach house, he spotted Elena standing by the shore, a wine glass in hand, her gaze fixed on the setting sun. He couldn't help but admire the elegant silhouette she cut against the backdrop of the evening sky.
"Good evening, Elena," Blake greeted as he drew nearer, the sound of his voice breaking the tranquil silence.
Elena turned to him, a smile gracing her lips as she acknowledged his presence. "Ah, Blake. How was your day at the art cave?" she inquired, her tone soft and inviting.
"It went well, thank you," Blake replied, returning her smile with a nod of gratitude.
Elena's eyes twinkled with amusement as she noticed the disheveled state of Blake's hair, adorned with stray leaves. "I couldn't help but notice your... unconventional hairstyle," she remarked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
