"Huh?" Mary stared at the redheaded man, confused by what he just said; her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, and his eyes were still fixed on the flickering flame.
He continued, "How such a small, insignificant thing can have such a profound effect on the world around it. A single spark, a tiny flame, and yet it illuminates the dark, warming the air and creating shadows. It's almost...poetic." He turned to face Aurora, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well," he said to Aurora, who hadn't understood a thing he just said.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The flickering flame cast dancing shadows across Azrael's face, giving him an enigmatic aura. Aurora's heart raced as she searched for words. "How long have you been here?" she finally said, her voice a whisper.
"Not long," he replied.
"Is this how it's going to be?" Aurora asked, watching him tilt his head to the side, taking small steps towards her, his hands sliding along the table.
