The morning light filtered through the courtyard leaves, casting faint patterns over the small corner where you and Jo sat tucked out of sight. The last of the giggles faded, leaving only the soft rhythm of distant footsteps and the quiet between you.

You shifted slightly, turning toward him. Jo’s gaze lifted to meet yours, calm and unreadable for a breath. Then he leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against your cheek—light, steady, and unhurried.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, the moment settling between you like the warmth of the sun breaking through the branches.