Lina slipped into the seat opposite him, her smile widening as she reached for his hand. “I thought you’d like this,” she said, pulling a small, neatly wrapped parcel from her bag. Inside lay a tiny bottle of almond-scented lotion, a gift she’d found in a tiny boutique earlier that week. “It’s for when you need a little extra comfort,” she added, a playful glint in her eyes.