The morning sun painted the sky in soft gold and pale pink as Hugo and Lea stepped out of the hotel together. The city was already alive—streets filled with the hum of traffic, people hurrying to work, and the faint aroma of coffee drifting from nearby cafés. Hugo had one hand in his pocket, the other carrying Lea's bag as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Lea walked beside him quietly, the morning breeze brushing her hair across her cheeks. She looked much better than yesterday—less pale, more rested—but Hugo still glanced at her every few seconds, just to be sure.
"Are you feeling okay today?" he asked while opening the car door for her.
Lea smiled softly. "I'm fine. I promise. You don't have to worry every five minutes, Hugo."
"I can't help it," he said as he got in and started the car. "You fainted once because you overused your power. That's enough trauma for a lifetime."
Lea laughed, shaking her head. "You're exaggerating."
He gave her a side glance. "Am I?"
