As Ethan looked at her, Claire fixed her hair to hide them under her hood. He smirked as he helped her fix her hood.
"No," he replied with a light chuckle. "I just thought you were so naive."
Claire sighed heavily, clearly not amused by the comment. "I don't want to hear things like that, Ethan," she said, rubbing her forehead, trying to quell her frustration.
He smiled, even softer and more genuine this time, losing its wicked smirk. He pointed to a small shop behind him.
"Well, how about we grab something to eat? We just happened to have arrived at a place that seemed to serve good food."
Claire followed Ethan's gaze and saw a small, warm-looking eatery. The building was simple with large windows that cast golden light onto the sandy street.
The aroma of freshly baked bread mixed with the scent of spices filled the air, tempting anyone who passed by to stop by.
