Forwardness
Maverick stepped into the garden and was instantly captivated by its breathtaking beauty. A myriad of greens and bursts of vibrant colors painted the serene scene before him, the scent of flowers mingling with the fresh air.
His steps were slow and deliberate as he strolled down the pathway, his fingers lightly brushing against the petals and leaves. A gentle smile graced his lips, a rare moment of tranquility settling over him.
The moment was broken by a sharp voice behind him. "What are you doing? Don't stand in the middle of the pathway where everyone is passing by."
Maverick turned his head to find Russell standing there, arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. Raising an eyebrow, Maverick said casually, "It was you."
"It's not 'it was you.' It's Russell," the young man snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Don't tell me you've forgotten my name already."