(POV: Akashic Records)
In the bustling streets of Argentia, a small café stood as a refuge for Lumiere, Aurora, and Celese who sought solace from the never ending catastrophic fails of Aurora.
Lumiere, with a gentle touch, dabbed at Aurora's bleeding nose once again, the crimson liquid staining the tissue he held in his hand.
"Owwie, that hurts," Aurora winced.
Sighing softly, Lumiere spoke.
"I can't believe you fell down again, even after I healed your other wounds," he said.
Aurora looked down, her voice sheepish as she apologized, "I don't know why I always trip. I'm sorry."
A chuckle escaped Lumiere's lips.
"It's alright. It's just part of your charm," he reassured her, his touch gentle as he continued to tend to her wounded nose. As Lumiere dabbed away the blood, Aurora felt her cheeks warm, a blush creeping across her face.
"Oooooohh... I have charm..." she muttered.
