Morning light spilled across the gravel path like melted gold, brushing softly against the fields as Billy and Artur stepped out together.
Artur adjusted the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder, nudging Billy with his elbow.
"Still thinking about the call?" he asked, his tone gentle, no pressure behind the question.
Billy let out a breath. "Not really. Just… sorting things in my head."
They walked in silence for a few seconds before Artur tilted his head toward the fields ahead.
"Mr. Tomas will make us clean tools again if we're late."
Billy gave a soft laugh, eyes flicking sideways. "Then let's not give him the chance."
Their steps fell into rhythm, boots crunching faintly over the stone-covered path.
As they neared the gate leading out to the fields, two familiar figures stood waiting.
Jay had his arms crossed, leaning lazily against a post, while Mark stood beside him, half-shielding his eyes from the sun.
