Unibook: Roses and Thorns – Just for Them

Luna against lame Corvo, crooked beak

On a beautiful day, the yellow Camaro with black stripes grabs attention wherever it goes. The engine's roar, slightly loud due to the exhaust, seems to announce that something special is about to happen. From the passenger seat, I look out the window and feel the wind messing up my hair as we head to this place that, according to him, is near the beach. I'm already imagining the sound of the waves and the peace the sea always brings.

When we park, the tranquility of the place is almost tangible. I step out of the car and inhale the salty air. The distant sound of the waves breaking already starts to envelop me. It's as if the entire world has slowed down, and it's just the two of us, in that moment.

We walk together toward the beach. The sky begins to change color, with the orange and pink hues of the sunset blending into a canvas that looks like the work of an inspired artist. The sand feels soft under my feet, and the gentle sea breeze carries a freshness that makes me close my eyes for a moment, just to feel it. Beside him, words flow effortlessly. It's as if the sound of the sea and our conversation were made for each other.

I stop for a moment and look at the horizon, now bathed in the last rays of sunlight. I take a deep breath, marveling at how nature can be both simple and extraordinary at the same time. I turn to him and say, almost without thinking:

"Have you noticed how the sound of the sea always brings a sense of calm?"

When he turns his face toward me, I smile. It's a smile that holds not only the tranquility offered by the landscape but also the gratitude for being there with him, sharing such a unique moment.

The first time we communicated was, undoubtedly, unexpected and, in a way, funny. I remember the moment perfectly. I was distracted, dealing with something over the phone, when your voice came through on the other end of the line. Confident, yet calm. You seemed so casual, but your words had something captivating about them. It was almost as if, unknowingly, you had extended an invitation for something beyond that conversation.

I laughed at a joke you made, and that's when I knew there was something there. The way you effortlessly broke the ice was different. Even without seeing you, I could imagine. Your voice conveyed a strong presence, like someone who carries the world lightly yet knows how to be serious when necessary.

When we finally met, everything made sense. The image I had created in my mind didn't do justice to what I found. Your black hair tousled by the wind, the confident posture, and that slight half-smile that seemed to say, "I'm everything you imagined, and maybe a little more." I won't deny it; I was nervous, but I hid it well. Or at least I tried.

Today, as a joke, we decided to recreate that first meeting, but with a difference: the destination was the beach. You were there, in your Westop jeans and a blue Under Armour shirt, with that carefree look that comes naturally to you. I laughed when I saw you again like that, exactly as I remembered the first time. "Back to that classic style again?" I teased, as I adjusted my hair, which the wind insisted on messing up.

I, on the other hand, had chosen a light, emerald silk dress that seemed to come alive in the sunlight. "You're really turning up the charm today, aren't you?" you said, with that playful tone that always disarms me.

We walked side by side, and the feeling was almost the same as before: that mix of novelty and comfort, as if the universe was conspiring for us to be there. I couldn't resist and suddenly stopped in the middle of the path.

"Did you know your voice is the reason we're here now?" I said with a mischievous smile. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"My voice? What about it?"

"It convinced me. From the first time I heard you, I knew it wouldn't be the last."

You laughed, a bit self-consciously, but I knew I had hit the mark. After all, some things don't need to be said directly; they're simply felt. And as we continued toward the beach, the past and present blended, creating something unique—a memory from long ago transformed into a new moment, just ours.

The yellow Camaro with black stripes, with that audible and slightly rebellious roar, adds a touch of adventure to every mile traveled. It's funny how it reflects a bit of you—vibrant, full of energy, and somewhat unpredictable.

When we parked in that quiet spot near the beach, a different kind of silence surrounded us, filled only by the sound of waves and the cries of seagulls, as if they were trying to share some secret of the place.

Walking side by side toward the beach, the sea breeze envelops us like a gentle embrace, and the sunset's light paints the sky in colors that look as if they were taken straight from a painting. Each step on the soft sand brings us closer to that magical moment, while words flow naturally between us, as if they were an extension of the waves coming and going.

"Have you noticed how the sound of the sea always brings a sense of calm?" I say, my eyes fixed on the horizon, but with a reserved smile as I steal a glance at you.

And then comes your unexpected move. With a careful sweep, you trip me. In an instant, I find myself on the ground, with salty water soaking my emerald dress and leaving my hair messy, falling over my face. My first reaction is surprise, perhaps a bit too serious, but your laughter… oh, your laughter changes everything.

"You're such a mischief-maker, aren't you?" I say, trying to suppress a smile as I brush the sand off my legs. My voice still carries a touch of theatrical indignation, but it's impossible not to give in to the moment. I stand up slowly, my gaze fixed on you, as if already planning some mischief in return.

"I came here for all this, of course. To play, to get wet, and, most of all, to be with you." A pause, just the sound of the waves between us, as I adjust my wet hair. Then, with a playful gleam in my eyes, I add, "But… don't think I'll let this slide, okay?"

And in that instant, what was a simple walk turns into a dance of laughter and teasing, with the beach as our witness. More than ever, I realize it's not the scenery or the sunset that makes this moment special—it's you.