The familiar cacophony of shouts, laughter, and the clinking of coins filled the air, a comforting rhythm that had become a part of his daily life.
His mind, however, was far from the present. A gentle smile played on his lips, a remnant of a pleasant daydream, the sense of satisfaction and pride still present. He didn't even hear the soft voice calling out to him until a familiar presence materialized before him, blocking his path.
With a slight frown, Marcus looked up. His expression instantly softened as he met the gaze of the beautiful woman who had appeared. She was dressed in her usual work attire, her auburn hair braided neatly. Her sparkling green eyes, filled with warmth and a hint of mischief, held him captive.
"Marcus," she began, her voice a melodious chime. "You seem lost in thought. You didn't hear me calling out to you. What's on your mind?"
