As the silence deepened, Cyrus found his gaze drifting back to Athena. There was something almost ethereal about her, a quality that seemed to go beyond mere human beauty. The soft light filtering through the cafe's window illuminated her features, casting a gentle glow around her that accentuated the sense of otherworldliness she exuded.
Her skin seemed to radiate a soft, inner light, smooth and flawless, with a warmth that contrasted with the cool, distant aura she carried. It wasn't just the light that made her appear angelic; there was a serenity in her posture, a quiet grace that seemed effortless. Her dark red hair flowed down her back in soft waves, the rich color deepening the impression that she was something more than human. The crimson strands caught the light in a way that almost made them shimmer as if they held a life of their own.
