Hours drifted by almost unnoticed as Vega and Anthony sat together, simply talking, exchanging laughter, and savoring one another's company. They had hardly moved from the couch where they were seated, as though the rest of the world had lost its importance and nothing else truly mattered.
Eventually, Vega's eyes wandered toward the sleek digital clock resting on the table beside them. Its bright numbers glowed softly in the room's atmosphere. "It's already almost three o'clock in the afternoon. We can head out now," she stated, her voice calm yet filled with an undertone of excitement.
"Sure," Anthony replied as he slowly rose from the chair. Vega mirrored his movement with the same unhurried grace, and together they made their way toward the door.
