Adam stood on his balcony, the surface of the sea coming to life as the first rays of the sun danced upon it.
His raven hair, which now reached his neck, fluttered as the cool sea breeze blew by. The wind gently touched his bare upper body, making him feel wide awake.
He felt so light, so happy, so at home. To him, home wasn't this manor.
Home was wherever she was.
The sound of her footsteps approached from behind.
Genevieve arrived beside him, carrying two cups of coffa.
"Here," she said, handing him one.
"Thank you." Adam smiled.
He breathed in the aroma of the drink, his eyes lighting up. "This is different from the one we usually have at home," he said.
"Yes." Genevieve smiled warmly. "It's from my homeworld. I know how much you love coffa. I brought enough to last us years."
"From Providentia?" Adam was surprised.
Genevieve stepped closer, subconsciously running her hand across Adam's back.
