As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Maverick and Julius strolled side by side, enjoying the calmness of the evening. Maverick finally turned to Julius with a gentle smile.
"Let's head back," he suggested, glancing at Julius, who was struggling to balance an armful of books and a stack of souvenir boxes.
"We should hand this over to Henry," Julius muttered, his tone hinting at the soreness in his arms. "My hand's starting to get sore."
Maverick raised an eyebrow and extended his hand. "You should let me hold at least the books."
Julius, without missing a beat, turned his body slightly to block Maverick's offer. "Not a chance," he replied, his tone firm as he tightened his grip.
Maverick chuckled softly. "Don't—"
