It had been a while since Aria had seen Clay's handsome face and sharp, familiar features—something she hadn't realized she missed until this moment. The afternoon light filtered softly through the trees, brushing gold along the lines of his cheekbones as he bowed his head politely to her, his hair falling forward just enough to shadow his eyes.
"Really! You might as well kneel while you're at it!" she said with a teasing tone, her voice carrying a light lilt that made Clay's lips curve into an easy, boyish smile as he straightened up again.
His posture was neat, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his hands dusted faintly with earth—clear signs of someone who had been working hard under the sun.
"You're in charge of the garden today?" Aria asked, folding her hands neatly in front of her as her curious gaze lingered on the dirt stains near his collar.
