"What kind of plan?" he asked, intrigued. He watched her closely, trying to read her intentions.
There was something in her eyes—a glint that told him she was about to do something mischievous.
Without a word, Elena walked toward the right side of the rooftop and stepped up to the edge, casting a sly glance back at him.
"Elena, what are you doing?" Ethan called out, alarm rising in his voice.
"Get back here!"
He moved quickly, picking up his pace to reach her.
Seeing the worry on his face, Elena let her playful act drop.
She stepped away from the edge and raised her hands in surrender.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore," she said with a small laugh.
Once he reached her, Ethan pulled her into a firm embrace, concern still tightening his features.
"What exactly are you planning?" he asked quietly.
"I told you," she replied, her tone growing serious.
