Damon and Anaya strolled out of the academy's bustling cafeteria, their voices mingling with the echoes of laughter and chatter from other students. The golden hues of the setting sun painted the courtyard in warm light, casting long shadows across the cobblestones.
Anaya brushed a strand of her peach-colored hair from her face, her delicate features glowing in the twilight.
She had grown even more beautiful in the past year, her curvy yet slender figure now more pronounced, and her peach-colored eyes sparkling with life. Damon couldn't help but glance at her every so often, a smile tugging at his lips.
They were deep in conversation about the Dean's recent address.
"The way he talked about preparing us for war," Anaya said, her voice tinged with unease, "it's like they're bracing for something far worse than they're letting on."
