Twilight was upon us, the city lights were just starting to twinkle.
The city at night was bustling and lively, a mixture of various passersby filled every street, their laughter and chatter echoing throughout the city.
Flossie Wright sat on the stone steps of the park, Flynn Reid was beside her. Their postures, surprisingly, were strikingly similar – both propped their chins on their hands while gazing into the distance. In their bright eyes, there was a myriad of starlight reflecting and passerby's shadows constantly moving.
Next to the steps grew a tall iron tree, its wide and long leaves hung down in layers, gently swaying with the evening breeze above their heads. The far-off streetlight beams were mostly blocked by the tree, causing the pair to appear to be hidden within the varying depth of shadows amongst the trees. Even the passing crowd wouldn't bother stealing glances at them.
