Early in the morning, William and Rosita visited the Wizard's place. They had to report this matter to him.
They both sat down on the couches, next to each other. William was getting quite comfortable with Rosita. Real intimate. But he could not find a way to ask her out. After all, it was much harder given that this was the apolocalypse they were in.
Rosita had no intentions other than finding that mole. She lost her family in the invasion of the creatures, so she had no one to protect from the mole other than the villagers. She was just doing her job. Doing the right thing. What she always did.
The Wizard sat opposite the two. He had a clay cup of coffee in his hands. The steam wafted from the cup, dancing until disappearance. The Wizard stared at Rosita and then at William.
"Well," he said, "aren't you going enlighten me?"
William leaned in, "Ah, yes ... yes, we were."
