He walked down the corridor slowly at first, the quiet sound of his footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor.
His thoughts drifted back to what Javier had just said.
Teaching Kliatana to ride a Pekko.
A chance.
A real chance to be near her.
To talk to her.
To stand beside her.
To see that gentle, shy smile again, this time, just for him.
The more he thought about it, the harder it became to keep his composure.
Before he knew it, his pace quickened.
Then faster.
The calm and composed Heres was now practically speed-walking down the hall, his robe swaying with each determined step.
Inside his mind, his thoughts spun with quiet excitement.
I need to change quickly.
I should wear my best outfit today.
Something that looks proper… elegant, but not too formal.
Then his eyes lit up slightly as he remembered something.
Ah, right… that perfume Javier gave me before.
He could almost hear his younger brother's teasing voice in his head.
