Ancient City

As Rose emerged from the shadows, her words hung in the air, tinged with a mix of amusement and mild reproach. My heart skipped a beat, and nervous energy surged through me. I could even feel my face flush as I tried to come up with a suitable response.

"Fuck..."

A curse slipped through my lips, as I looked at her emerald eyes, which were now glinting with amusement.

It almost seemed as if she was enjoying my discomfort.

"So... How's the picnic?"

She repeated, taking a few graceful steps toward me and stopping a few feet away, hands clasped behind her back.

Although I tried to compose myself, my mind was racing as I fumbled for words. This was too close for this body!

"I... uh... the picnic is fine. I'm just looking for a better spot..."

Even to my own ears, the response was weak, and I mentally chided myself for not coming up with something more eloquent.