After several minutes of waiting, Broken finally spotted Ivana approaching. She still wore the knee-length white dress with a blue belt and matching ribbon in her hair, hurrying towards him with a warm smile on her face. As usual, she carried a wooden basket in her hand. They met at the edge of the bustling plaza, standing face to face amidst the crowd, their smiles reflecting a shared sense of better mood and renewed motivation in their eyes.
"Good morning, Broken," she greeted him.
"Good morning, Ivana. Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Ivana shrugged slightly and giggled. "Not really," she confessed. "But my mood improved after making this dish... for you," she added, offering the basket she held.
Side by side, they walked away from the lively plaza toward the beach, where several iron benches awaited them. As they sat down, the gentle morning breeze from the sea caused Ivana's hair to flutter. She tried to tame her flowing locks, tucking them behind her right ear.
