As the waiter brought over two cups of coffee, Arwen smiled warmly at him and offered a soft "Thank you." Then, with an effortless elegance, she picked up her cup, bringing it to her lips to take a sip. Her smile deepened as the rich, smooth flavour of the coffee filled her senses —just the way she liked it.
Across the table, Daniel found himself unable to look away. He hadn't often paid attention to Arwen's subtler qualities, but now, sitting before her, he noticed an aura about her that seemed magnetic —much stronger than it was the last time. There was an understated grace in her every movement, and an inner glow that could captivate anyone.
He wouldn't say it was something new because the way she carried it in her right now, tells the tale of her being accustomed to having it for a long time. Perhaps before she didn't care to just flaunt it.
