When Daemon and Evelyn came out hand in hand from another high-rise more than an hour later, the latter looked at the former, and voiced a curiosity she had kept for a little while:
"Why did we have to come here for breakfast? There were restaurants where we came from too."
They were just coming down from one of the high-end restaurants in the building behind, walking among the crowd coming and going through the revolving door. And indeed, the building propping the terrace they had been to in the sky also had entertainment facilities along with places for dining, so coming here to have breakfast seemed redundant. Not even the bright and elegant setting of the restaurant they just left was enough to warrant the situation, even more so considering Daemon's personality.
"No particular reason."
The reply was calm, but a hint of mischief appeared in the gentle eyes of Evelyn.
"Really?"
Daemon turned to her impassively:
"Really."
