Tanya's POV
While we were walking, Moor looked at me with a playful smile. "Hey, Tanya, what was the reason the werewolf visited the hair salon?"
I lifted one eyebrow. "What is the reason?"
Moor laughed quietly. "He desired a stunning haircut for his furry friend!"
I let out a groan while rolling my eyes. "Moor, that joke is awful!"
Moor chuckled, his eyes shining with amusement. "Hey, there needs to be someone to make sure the atmosphere stays cheerful in this place!"
We kept strolling, relishing the company of one another and the loveliness of the oasis. While walking, I noticed that our relationship was similar to a garden - it required some water, some sunshine, and some laughter to flourish and prosper.
During the night, we ended up back at the border of the oasis, gazing at the expansive desert ahead.
