Baby’s First TL — Just Chillin Energy — fr tho what do I put here?

Luka sits under the rain washed marble arch of his portico. From the shaded porch he can see the whole street without chancing sunlight, and the grape-carved knoll-post the arch of the portico ends in is just deep enough to hold a large, full burgundy glass and seven metal bbs. The small pellets of metal show small greenish reflections of the light in the street.
Luka sits over them, enjoying the shade and his burgundy, and waiting for interesting people to come by to talk and/or have metal bbs flicked at them at piercing speed.