The unwavering gaze of the boy dressed up the place in a timid ambiance, a smile tugging at his lips that had the left corner lifted upwards. Sitting in a vacant space which was usually occupied by many people, but today only a middle-aged woman who would be chatting with random boys and men inside her office, there Ellen was having a boy she just met claiming that he could be a demon. What was the life getting her into?
"Gotcha!", if the boy hadn't burst out laughing, she would have had a mild heart attack.
"Author, look at your face!", another fit of laughter broke through the timid silence that took its place the second the boy challenged to be a demon.
