The warm embrace of summer's weather fades into a chilly breeze; in queue, the overwhelming green that blossomed in spring becomes naked branches, now that orange, yellow and rarely red leaves cover the floor, guaranteeing that subtle crunch noise that comes from boots carelessly stepping over leaves on the ground. Autumn has arrived; and so, thinner fabrics are slowly, but surely, substituted by warmer jackets and a scarf.

That also means that school has begun. Days are no longer free of schedules, people of his age, and himself, getting busier with homeworks and upcoming tests. Nevertheless, Kitty Section does its best to keep up with practicing, brainstorming new melodies, lyrics and concept ideas.

Such meetings are held in his home; the boat that confidently floats in the river, la Seine, a rather eccentric and different-- well, unique-- style of life. Luka strums on his guitar, using the autumn's breeze as his muse, blue eyes closing if only to drown on the moment. As the obvious first member of the band to arrive, Luka patiently waits for the others, back leaning against the boat's railing, strumming on his guitar.

One eye flutters open, however, as the breeze changes. As poetic as it sounds, even for Juleka who usually understands him, Luka feels the weather change whenever she is near. Instead of a cold wind, the breeze seems to now embrace him; even the river's flow seems to become gentler, as soon as she steps inside the boat, his home, his heart. A smile unconsciously stretches on his lips; is he too obvious? Luka, who is never ashamed of his feelings and too mature to ignore the enthusiastic beat of his heart, is unsure whether he wants her to realize his infatuation for her, or beg the universe for a longer slowburn.

Like flowers, she colors his life; like ashes, feelings burn and are never verbalized, not really. Luka's fingers instinctively strum a new melody, not that she would understand this as the love confession that it is.

"Someone's early," he comments, giving her a soft smile.