Me, dancing with the Parisian breeze.

Saturday evening felt too nice to waste, so Morsevic's Riki asked Morsevic's Yoonchae if she wanted to walk for a bit. They wandered out together, falling into easy banter like always, arguing playfully about which chips taste better, then switching to random stories from the past week. When they got to the beach, the sky was glowing and the tide was low. They chased the edge of the waves, took a few silly photos, and tried skipping stones (both failed miserably). As night fell, they sat for a while, feet buried in the sand. Nothing fancy, just a good kind of quiet with a lot of little laughs.