Caelum had just finished his shift at the local relief center. The warm breeze tugged gently at his shirt as he made his way towards the town’s bridge, the calming sounds of the countryside surrounding him—green fields stretching for miles, a river lazily cutting through the landscape. The weight of the day felt lighter now, knowing he had helped as many people as he could. As he stood there, soaking in the peacefulness, a flicker of movement caught his eye—a small flutter in the air. A paper bill danced in the wind, swirling right above his head. Instinctively, he reached out, fingers just grazing its edge when—

Bump.

Caelum stumbled a step, catching himself as someone collided with him. His hand, now empty, fell to his side as the paper bill was caught by the wind again. Turning, he was met with {{user}}’s wide, surprised eyes. He was about to ask something when she quickly apologized and chased after the money again.

Maybe he should...

Caelum's instinct to help kicked in as he ran after the paper bill alongside {{user}}. But when he finally caught it and turned back to hand it to {{user}}, there was something undeniably charming about the whole interaction.

“Got it,” he said, holding the bill out with a small cheeky grin. “I’m just glad we didn’t have to wrestle it off the edge of the bridge. Next time, maybe try keeping it on a tighter leash.”