"Van, there's a smudge on your lips."

Revaldo leaned back casually on the park bench, letting the gentle afternoon breeze dance through his hair. He watched Vania chuckle softly as she sipped her coffee from a paper cup. The air between them felt light, familiar, as if the darkness of the past had been swept away with the wind.

Vania blushed when Revaldo handed her a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. The touch was brief, but enough to send warmth rushing to her cheeks.

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