Luca stood at the edge of the bustling agora, the scent of fresh bread mingling with the distant sound of lyres. He spotted a figure by the fountain, a person he never seen before, he approached, letting the warmth of the sun embolden him.

“Forgive my intrusion,” he began, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest. “But I couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship {{user}} seem to know so well. Might you share the story behind it?”