l focus. Her fingers danced over the page, bringing to life the outline of a tree knotted with vines, its branch

Clara said without glancing up

han asked, feig

re in my life' look," she teased,

him out of his head and into the present-a rare gift in his whirlwind li

reetly through the windows. Clara shrugged it off the first time, joking, "Maybe they think I'm the next P

o his world. She arrived in a simple black dress, her hair swept up in a loose bun. Ethan co

leaned toward Clara during dinner. "So, what do yo

t," Clara rep

, her gaze shifting to Ethan

han clenched his jaw, determined not to cause a scene, though guil

hrough the park, her sketchpad tucked under her arm. Etha

a massive oak tree. "But... I'm not sure I fit in