Lilia sat outside the beach house, organizing the fish on the bench chair. Night had already fallen, and a cold breeze brushed past her skin. Above her, countless stars shimmered brightly in the sky—more than usual tonight. A good sign, she thought.
The only source of light around them came from a modern bulb Zethan had fixed himself. It was a unique, stick-like light—almost like a balloon—that absorbed sunlight during the day and glowed as soon as darkness fell. It wasn't ordinary electricity, but it worked perfectly for them: bright and efficient.
Zethan was by the barbecue area, tending to the setup. The ocean breeze kept sweeping things away, so he had tried to cover the back portion with something to keep everything in place. They still needed a bit of air to get the charcoals going, though. The soft sound of the waves in the distance made everything feel calm, soothing.
