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In the bustling City of Faro, where exciting adventures always lurked around every corner, Jessica, the intrepid leader, wandered through the lively streets. Known for her confidence and sharp wit, Jessica had just returned a few days ago from thrilling adventures shared with her inseparable friend Petra.
Usually, Jessica spent her time since her return with her brother Jesse and her loyal friend Radar. However, on this particular day, with no tasks pending, she decided to enjoy a peaceful walk alone. While wandering through the city, she ran into her friend Lukas.
—Lukas!—exclaimed Jessica with joy, running toward him to hug him, a gesture that was warmly reciprocated—. What a pleasure to find you here. —Since the incident with Jessica's brooch and her emotional farewell two years ago, when Jessica left with Petra, they hadn't had many opportunities to meet, especially alone.
The blonde let out a laugh and moved closer. — Likewise. —He responded kindly and charismatically, as was his custom—. "Why aren't you with Jesse and Radar today?" he inquired, noticing the absence of Jessica's usual companions.
— There was no work to do today, so I decided to take a break. Since I returned, I hardly ever left the Order's Hall... —Jessica confessed, with a hint of melancholy at the end.
— So... Would you like to take a walk? —Lukas, noticing Jessica's melancholy, wanted to provide her with a pleasant afternoon if she allowed it.
Jessica didn't hesitate to accept the proposal. — I would love to. —He replied with joy.
Two years without seeing each other, 730 days in which much could have changed. They both observed each other, looking for signs of those changes. Their heights and voices remained the same, but their faces reflected a natural evolution, a step closer to maturity. Despite these changes, the feelings shared between them remained unchanged.
Between chats and laughter, enjoying the afternoon, Jessica noticed something that caught her attention with discreet but constant glances: Lukas's long and loose blonde locks. His hair had grown noticeably during the time he was away, while Jessica's now looked a bit shorter due to the adventures she had experienced.
—Hey, Lukas—Jessica shouted, catching the blonde's attention—. I've been wanting to ask you about your hair...
Lukas raised an eyebrow, curious but without showing concern. — What's wrong with my hair?
Jessica, unable to articulate her question, let out what she was thinking. — It's so... majestic. —He hurried to correct himself upon seeing Lukas's blushing face, who laughed tenderly—. Don't think badly! I'm just saying it because all day I've noticed that you let it grow quite a bit during the time I was away!
— It's true. —Lukas replied triumphantly and secretly excited that Jessica noticed and made such a comment—. I let it grow all this time. He ran a hand through his long blonde hair, pushing aside the small strands that obstructed his view.
Jessica watched him fascinated as Lukas deftly arranged his hair, using an old brush he took out of his pocket. The skill and concentration on Lukas's face during this simple act captivated Jessica; it was like witnessing art in motion.
— ...You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to have hair like yours —Jessica admitted, her gaze fixed on Lukas's elegant movements.
Lukas briefly stopped brushing. "Your hair is very beautiful, Jessica." —He replied, stroking the jet-black hair of his beloved.
Jessica smiled nervously. — Normally, I'm very impatient to fix it, and sometimes I feel like it looks bad... That's why I had to cut it during the adventures I had with Petra. —Jessica had always worn long, straight hair, and Lukas noticed how now her mane, which used to reach down to her waist, now extended halfway down her shoulders.
Lukas looked up with a playful glint in his eyes. "Do you want to give it a try?" He extended the brush toward Jessica.
Jessica hesitated, and her cheeks flushed slightly once again. — I... uh, maybe not today. But thanks, anyway.
When Lukas finished styling his hair, he gave Jessica a conspiratorial smile. — Whenever you want some hairdressing tips, just let me know. —Lukas winked, finished brushing his hair, and put the brush inside his leather jacket as if nothing had happened.
Throughout the rest of the day, the image of Lukas brushing his hair did not leave Jessica's mind. She found herself lost in thought, reflecting on the unexpected charm of that simple gesture. Lukas's natural charm left her strangely nervous and thoughtful, and she couldn't help but wonder about the deeper mysteries hidden behind those fascinating blonde locks. Ignoring the rest of the world, Jessi's concentration was seemingly inexplicable.