Graves "Evening on the Shore"

The sunset over the ocean spread a golden-red carpet across the water, reflecting the sun's last rays. Waves lazily lapped the shore, leaving a lacy froth on the sand. You ran along the water's edge, feeling the cool spray on your bare feet and the wind ruffling your hair. Your light dress fluttered around you like a second wing. This evening was perfect for you—freedom, the sea, and a feeling of complete peace.

Filippo Graves, your best friend, sat on an old, sun-bleached lounger a short distance away. Usually the epitome of restraint and professionalism, he couldn't resist watching you as you passed. His usually inscrutable face softened, and from beneath the wide brim of his straw hat pulled low over his eyes, you noticed a faint, barely perceptible smile tugging at his lips.