After cleaning the meat and neatly stacking several skewers, Cassius quickly ran around and collected some firewood.
And in the name of guarding the meat, Sylvia stayed back, leisurely playing, throwing pebbles on the brook and watching them skid along the surface of the water, making tiny little splashes.
Her eyes twinkled as she happily enjoyed the cool breeze of the dusk and the cloud patterns of the setting sun.
She was the perfect picture of a carefree young girl. She might have as well come out for a picnic with a group of close friends.
Of course, all of this was possible only because a certain someone was currently pretending to be asleep.
Mikel laid underneath a tree, his tall figure resting on the green pasture, and his hand lazily covering his eyes.
To the distant woman, he sure looked like he was taking a small nap, and resting.
