The street outside hummed with its usual weekend rhythm, but halfway down the block, something new stirred the air—music, laughter, the rich smell of grilled food drifting like a lure.
Ethan stopped mid-step, his head snapping toward the park across the street.
Bright banners swayed in the breeze, rows of vendors lined up with painted signs, and a crowd meandered through, stopping at stalls selling everything from woven mats to bold, colorful art.
Dancers twirled near the fountain, their skirts fanning like petals.
Ethan's grin spread instantly. "Angel."
Gabriel followed his gaze, brow lifting. "What...?"
"That." Ethan pointed like a child spotting treasure. "Festival. Look at it! It's perfect."
Gabriel gave the scene another glance, slower this time, his hand tightening on the strap of his bag. "Ace, we already—"
