In the dazzling bustle of West Grimoir, several teenagers gathered for a dinner event at a restaurant. The evening atmosphere was enchanting, accompanied by a serene ambiance and the gentle melodies of jazz. It was an atmosphere that could make someone momentarily forget about their everyday life. The room was filled with a dim glow that exuded elegance and beauty. They enjoy a delicious meal that is served with great joy, accompanied by laughter and some stories. Their togetherness inspired every passing moment, even though such occasions had become routine and ordinary.
"Ah, it's delicious as always."
"Once again, you ordered the same menu," muttered Dellon in boredom.
"Well, it's up to me!"
The empty plates seemed to bear witness. Aidera closed her eyes and always felt grateful for every dish she enjoyed. Likewise, this moment felt so fleeting, yet it left an unforgettable, sweet trace in her memory.
