"A life of glamour and luxury. Isn't that what most people dream of?" Ryu stood by the window watching the night sky, his hands tucked in the pocket of his crisp gray pants.
Cerys watched him with curious eyes. Looking at the way his back flexed as he rolled his shoulders.
He took in a deep breath and turned to Cerys, who sat on the bed with her hands squeezed into a fist on her lap. She tried to remain calm by counting the number of times she had breathed.
"What about you, Cerys? What do you dream of?" He asked.
Cerys looked up at him, his dark eyes watching her every movement.
Cerys pondered on the question he had asked. What exactly did she dream of? She couldn't come up with anything.
"I…I do not have a dream" She replied.
Ryu cocked his head to the right, raising a skeptical brow. "Oh really?"
"Yes really."
