"Good evening," the silver-haired man greeted Juin when the latter arrived under the shelter of the bus stop.
Juin nodded. "Good evening."
The man smiled gently as he looked up at the sky. After a while, he muttered in a soft voice, "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"
Feeling perplexed as to why the guy would suddenly ask this kind of question, Juin could not help but stare at him. He then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have we met before?"
The man turned to look at him; his silver eyes gleamed lightly under the reflection of the artificial lights all around them. "What do you think, kid?"
Juin felt unnerved when he looked into those eyes, yet he could not stop staring into them. The silver eyes seemed to entrance him into moving closer to the man. "It's beautiful…"
"Look away!"
