Cyrus and Athena walked side by side, their pace unhurried as they made their way to a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The establishment was dimly lit, with a warm, inviting ambiance that made it the perfect place for a quiet dinner. The tables were set with simple but elegant decor, and the soft murmur of other patrons filled the air.
They sat across from each other, a candle flickering between them, casting soft shadows on their faces. As they ate, they talked about their experiences in the tower, sharing observations and thoughts. However, despite the ease of their conversation, both were careful not to reveal too much about themselves. The information exchanged was surface-level, almost a polite dance around the deeper questions that lingered beneath the surface.
