It was just the early hours of the evening, the sun was retreating to its place. The sky was a mixed color of orange, deep pink and blue.
Birds were quickly returning to their homes, and the night crawlers were starting to show. It was a beautiful view.
However, it was an even better view from where Reuel and Erina sat.
In a wide park, some children still playing on swings, and slides, and trampolines. And others were being dragged home by their parents.
Also in the park were some other couples, walking hand in hand, while the others sat down on the grass, giggling at whatever it was they were discussing.
"If I ever have a little beast like that one, I'll probably tie and lock him up in a room," Reuel casually states. Gesturing at a little boy of about three or four years.
The boy was rolling and screaming on the ground, refusing to go home. And his mother just stood there looking frustrated.
