After spending almost the entire day by Catarina's side, Henri decided to take her home. The sun was already setting on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange that reflected across her serene, weary face. Before dropping her off, however, one concern crossed his mind: he didn't want her aunt and uncle to see her arriving like that, still wearing his shirt.

As he drove, he glanced at her for a moment and smiled.

“I think we need to fix one little thing before I take you home,” he said