"This place sells our island's authentic food!" Jack beamed, pulling out a chair for Lilith like a gentleman as they settled at a small open-air beachside restaurant.
The sea breeze danced through the air, bringing the scent of grilled seafood and fresh herbs. The tables were wooden, slightly weathered by the salty wind, but arranged neatly under straw roofs that offered just enough shade. The rhythmic crash of the waves added a calm melody in the background.
Lilith sat down gracefully, crossing one leg over the other, her sundress flowing lightly with the wind. She glanced around the place, mildly intrigued, though her sharp eyes never missed a detail.
Sir Sparkleton, without asking, waddled over and made himself comfortable in the seat beside her. His metallic body creaked slightly as he leaned back, adjusting his posture like he'd done this a thousand times.
"Activating discrete surveillance mode…" he whispered to himself, though it wasn't very subtle.
