As Alice exited the school grounds, the sunbathed environs basked in a pleasant weather, where the sun's last embers lingered amidst the verdant canopy, casting a warm glow that seemed to paint her cheeks with the hue of orange nectar.
However, her world brightened exponentially at the mere sight of him standing at the distant edge of the playground, his silhouette outlined by the fading sunlight as he extended his hand to hers.
“Honey,” he called to her softly, his gaze fixed upon the sun’s cache as he beckoned for her to join him.
Eventually, Alice relinquished her hand to his. A hint of a smile played on her lips, yet her eyes wandered elsewhere.
This amicable overture reassured John, and he whispered, “Shall we head home?”
“And what of last night’s altercation? Care to explain?” Alice inquired, her tone laced with a playful hint.
Seemingly prepared for this inquiry, he responded: