After several minutes of waiting, Broken finally spotted Ivana approaching. She still wore the knee-length white dress with a blue belt and matching ribbon in her hair, hurrying towards him with a warm smile on her face. As usual, she carried a wooden basket in her hand. They met at the edge of the bustling plaza, standing face to face amidst the crowd, their smiles reflecting a shared sense of better mood and renewed motivation in their eyes.
"Good morning, Broken," she greeted him.
"Good morning, Ivana. Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Ivana shrugged slightly and giggled. "Not really," she confessed. "But my mood improved after making this dish... for you," she added, offering the basket she held.
