August sat on the couch, waiting for Azrael in the hall. He looked at the clock avidly. With every minute he was getting slowly impatient as the time passed on the clock.
"You got ready fast?" Azrael's voice came from upstairs finally.
Augustine got up from his place turning around to find her coming down the stairs gracefully. In an A-line black dress, with netted gloves paired with black stockings and heels.
"Do I still look scary?" Azrael inquired standing before him. August didn't even realise she was already standing before him. She was just there when she came so close.
August looked at her puzzled and bewildered at the moment that even her question went straight above her head.
Azrael clicked her fingers to wake him up from whatever he was in. August looked at her blinking a few times.
