looked up, startled. Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, widened in sur

mbled, gesturing towards th

esitant smile gracing her

n whistle. Kenneth stole a glance at Chelsea's notebook. It was filled with vibrant sketche

, surprising himself.

's neck. "Thanks. I, uh,

ed by the sudden confession. "Excep

ng those ideas to life someday," she said, her voice f

re, in this forgotten corner of the park, amidst the dust and despair, he had found a connection, a s