Nwadiebube's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Unusual?" he repeated, his tone neither mocking nor approving. Just… deliberate, probing.
"Yes," she said, regaining her composure, "in ways that are… difficult to ignore."
They walked on, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the whisper of the night breeze. He did not respond immediately, allowing the silence to stretch, giving weight to her words. When he spoke again, it was softer, quieter.
"And you think observing me… changes anything?"
Her eyes flicked to him, sharp and cautious, though a small spark of intrigue danced there. "Perhaps," she said simply, "or perhaps it is only to understand what others cannot see."
Nwadiebube's gaze drifted to the moonlit path before them, letting the words linger, testing their resonance. Then he said nothing for a long moment, letting her presence, her reasoning, settle in his mind.
