Meeting Enzo

BENTLEY'S POV

As I walked along a path that was lined with old, towering oaks, I took in deep breaths, the fresh scent of grass and blossoms was acting as a balm to my shattered nerves. I spotted a group of elderly women practicing Tai Chi, their movements so in sync it looked like an planned slow-motion dance battle against an invisible foe. I walked a little further and I saw a street performer juggled fire sticks, his act was drawing tha attention of small and mesmerized crowd who has their expressions flickering with the reflected light of the flames.

I continued to walk along the winding path, I couldn't help but smile at a particularly determined squirrel that was wrestling with an acorn almost as big as itself. Its efforts were a comical dance of persistence and frustration, I continued to watch as i welcomed the distraction from my own troubles.

I found a bench by a small pond, I looked into the pond and the water was like a mirror reflecting the sky’s soft pastel hues. Ducks