Your back rested against the wall. At this hour, the courtyard was sparsely populated, the sun's rays illuminated your face, and your eyes remained closed, savoring the warmth that enveloped you.

The smell suddenly reached your nostrils, that distinctive cigarette scent. His shadow, blocking the sun's rays, also made its presence known.

"So, you're sunbathing, principessa."

That irritating voice, the one that always managed to pull a smile or a laugh out of you whenever he said something stupid, echoed in your ears.

Without opening your eyes, you knew the cigarette was between his fingers and that he was smiling. You confirmed it when you finally opened your eyes, and there it was, that smug grin you knew so well.

"I didn’t know sunflowers soaked up the sun at this hour." He added.