Days passed, but Clara's vivid green eyes and easy laughter stayed with Ryan. Business in the city pulled him back, but he found himself longing for the simplicity of the countryside. It wasn't until a week later that he made an excuse to return.
Ryan stopped by the old oak tree Clara had mentioned, heart pounding with anticipation. Sure enough, there she was, sitting cross-legged with a sketchpad in her lap. She didn't notice him at first, her brow furrowed in concentration as she sketched the wildflowers swaying in the breeze.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your masterpiece," Ryan said.
Clara jumped slightly, her lips curving into a surprised smile. "Ryan! What brings you back here?"
"Let's just say I needed a break from the chaos of city life." He gestured toward her drawing. "May I see?"
Clara hesitated before handing him the sketchpad. The intricate lines and delicate shading brought the wildflowers to life. Ryan was mesmerized. "You're talented, Clara. Truly."
Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks. It's just a hobby, really."
As they spent the afternoon talking beneath the oak tree, Ryan shared stories of his high-pressure corporate job. Clara listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "Sounds like you've got it all," she said. "But are you happy?"
The question lingered in Ryan's mind long after the sun dipped below the horizon and Clara walked him back to his car.