The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups created a peaceful backdrop as Alaric and Evelyn sat across from each other in the cozy café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of pastries from the nearby counter. Alaric's usually stoic demeanor softened slightly in the presence of Evelyn, though his mind was still tangled in the web of strategies and responsibilities he carried.
Evelyn took a sip of her drink, observing Alaric for a moment before breaking the silence. "So, how are you really, Alaric?"
Alaric, who had been staring into the steam rising from his cup, hesitated before answering. "I'm fine," he said, his voice quiet.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Not if you're being honest. I know when you're hiding something."
