" Colors, like features, follow the changes of emotion. "

It's past afternoon, the sky of relevance now. It holds both their attentions. The soft fire warming their skin, the clouds parted and the sky seemingly orange.

"Like soup," she whispers, her hands reaching towards the sun, the reds and oranges swirling together and catching her aw.

"Like soup," he repeats, unsure of himself. He watches the way the clouds break, the way the sun sets, patiently awaiting the rise of the moon in return. The mixes of colors eye catching and wondrous.

"I should leave," he addresses the girl, his head turning towards hers. They both lay on the blanket set overtop the cut grass, their dinner long sitting in their bellies. She turns her head in response, her expressive eyes tell him what she fears of saying. I don't want you to go.

"Why?" She questions, instead. He's long overstayed his visit, long since regretted the thieving he participated in, he told himself he would return those fruits.

The quiet evening would come to an end, he concluded. He sat up, a hand wrapping around his satchel. He exhales. "Cain?" She slowly rises, her eyes meeting his once more. His expressionless jaded ones, walls covering any emotions available. Her lively chocolate ones pleading him to stay.

"I have to leave, Floret." She doesn't like that name, the name that those who don't know her use. Surely after this visit he was allowed to know? She internally argued with her conscience, deciding whether she would give him her secret, give him her name.

"Kvet," she says softly, meekly. He stands, not acknowledging her timid words. She too stands, once steady on her feet, as he walks farther from her she readied herself. Clenching her fists, delicate knuckles tightening, eyes ablaze with fear.

Her pallid lips, with a tremulous voice reaching out for the boy, part and let loose her fear. "Kvet," she repeats eloquently, her willowy appearance standing ground.

The boy stops, his starved frame unmoving and heart pounding. He turns to her, his smile one of pure serenity and bliss. "Kvet?" He tests the name. "I quite like it," he imitates the words the girl had used, her smile now becoming apparent and prominent.

Her normally alabaster skin was now scorching with color, feverish cheeks flamed and florid. Alluring eyes that drew the boy, perhaps bewitching or inviting a better word to describe his perception.

He returned to the blanket laying beside her once again, staring at the soupy sky and wondering how his day had become like this. "Kvet?" At first, hearing her name again brought her discomfort, resurfacing unwanting memories just as Cain had felt. Now, she quite liked the way his urban accent and swollen lips had wrapped around the name with such ease.

"Yes, Cain?" She replies, her chaste lips parting and inhaling softly. He smiles to himself, wanting nothing more than this moment. "Thank you," he breathes, bruised knuckles finally healing, calloused heart finally softening.

"It's common hospitality," she jokes, her breath soft and delicate, reminiscent of the warm July wind. And he nudges her, head turning, and lips stretched back into a smile.

And he didn't realize it then but in that moment he had found everything he could ever want, despite never having known it.