"so which species is your favorite, mister Elijah," Florence said with a cheerful expression. if you were to look carefully, you could see that she had a slight yet grim expression hiding beneath her eyes.
Elijah held an expression of deep thought. He scratched his head and then added softly, "… My favorite would be the orange cat…they are quite strange…plus they make having one as a pet slightly fun".
The feeling of something piercing through them continued Elijah's trend, not like behind him. The two continued in idle chat.
By the time they knew it, the outside was getting dark. Elijah glanced at Grandfather's clock…thats hadn't been there earlier. The clock read 8:25. He then added in a soft tone, its getting late. I should be on my way, but can I inquire where to get this tea?"
and with that the piercing gaze that was on their back was gone
