"Do you want to go for a walk?!"
Northern turned his head away from the blossoming lights of the city to the radiant golden eyes of the young lady standing next to him. Below them, the sounds of the gala drifted up—laughter, the clink of glasses, music that never quite settled into silence.
He hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Yes… will I have something spicy to eat?"
Roma blinked. Of all the conditions she might have expected, this wasn't one of them.
"Uhm… sure, I guess. We can walk along the street. I'm sure there'll be lots of spicy muscovy from the vendors. They're nice!"
Northern gave a slight nod, his gaze drifting back toward the city lights.
"I see… I guess that'll suffice."
"Why though?" Roma's curiosity lasted exactly one second before winning its battle against restraint.
Northern looked at the sky. The smile that touched his face was different from his usual expressions—softer, edged with something distant.
